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Lucky Pony Winners 



Having Fun With Shetland Ponies 



Stories and Pictures of Shetland Ponies contributed 

by members of the Pony Club conducted by 

The Farmer's Wife, a womans' 

farm journal published 

at St. Paul, Minn. 






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St. Paul, Minn. 

Webb Publishing Co. 

1915 



Sixth Edition. 

Copyright 1915 

WEBB PUBLISHING CO. 

ST. PAUL, MINN. 



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Preface 



In this little book are printed pictures and letters 
from many of the boys and girls to whom we have given 
Shetland Ponies and Outfits. Failure to receive photo- 
graphs that we could reproduce prevents our showing pic- 
tures of all the more than 325 ponies we have given away 
as prizes in our Pony Club. 

These pictures were sent to us by the winners and are 

actual photographs of the ponies we gave them, taken at 

the children's own homes. The stories are sent in by the 

children themselves, and we have printed them just as we 

• received them. 

For the past two years we have been awarding ponies 
at the rate of about 100 a year and any ambitious child 
can earn one of these beautiful outfits if he will join our 
Pony Club and work for one of our publications. 

We believe you will be interested in reading about the 
good times these pony winners are having with their ponies 
and also in the various pictures. These photographs, taken 
under all conditions, chiefly by amateurs in the country, 
constitute the most remarkable collection of Shetland Pony 
pictures that we know of. 

WEBB PUBLISHING COMPANY, 

Publishers, The Farmer's Wife 

St. Paul, Minn. The Farmer. 

August 1, 1915 

v. 



CONTENTS 



PART I. 

Frontispiece, Original Pony Santa Glaus - Page II. 

Preface -----____ v. 

The Farmer's Wife Pony Club, What it is and what it does - XI. 

How to Care for Shetland Ponies - XIII. 

PART II. 

325 Lucky Pony Winners - Page VII. to X. 



Below is a complete list of the names of the 325 children to whom we have 
given ponies to date (August 1, 1915). They are scattered over 36 states and 244 
counties, many of them living more than 1,500 miles from St. Paul, the home of 
THE FARMER'S WIFE. The names are arranged alphabetically by states in 
which the winners reside and opposite each name is given the page number on 
which his story and picture appears. Pony winners with no page number opposite 
their names did not send us pictures which we could reproduce. 

This "happy family" of little folks is a tribute to the fairness of our Pony Club 
plan and to the inherent desire of red blooded youngsters for Shetland Ponies. 

We do not publish post office addresses because a good many children have 
requested us not to do so on account of the great number of letters they receive 
which they cannot take the time to answer. We will gladly furnish complete 
address to anyone interested in a particular child. 

Page 

"Hilo" John M. Adams Clay Co., Alabama 

"White Sox" Crayton Adams Tallapoosa Co., Alabama .32 

"Lucky" _ Mildred Struthers Cochise Co., Arizona 

"Beauty" Evelyne Russell Greene Co., Arkansas 77 

"Bob" John B. Corn, Jr. Pulaski Co., Arkansas 11 

"Sweetheart" Lillias E. T. Howe Nevada Co., California 5 

"Marmalade"..... Crystal A. Andreas... San Bernardino Co., California....... 9 

"Pippin" Doris Navarrette Fairfield Co., Connecticut 

"Pansy" Evelyn Cutler Windham Co., Connecticut 118 

"Prexy" Laura Myles Brevard Co., Florida 

"Artie" Paul C. Johnson Pasco Co., Florida .. 

"Corporal" Laura Powell Decatur Co., Georgia 

"Rocksy" Clarence Kappner Adams Co., Illinois _ 

"Turk" Alvin Johnson Bond Co., Illinois 110 

"Pal" Julia Federer Champaign Co., Illinois 67 

"Sport" Fred Hagerman Du Page Co., Illinois 

"Tommie" Lois McMillan Henderson Co., Illinois 

"Fritzie" Marie and Margie Parker..... Knox Co., Illinois - 104 

"Toby" Geo. Lynch Lake Co., Illinois 110 

"Jester" Lucy Dittman Logan Co., Illinois 

"Midget" John McCartney ....Massac Co., Illinois 

"Connie" Marion M. Veatch Macoupin Co., Illinois 

"Beauty" ._ Bertram Eldridge Stark Co., Illinois 104 

"Nip" Gerald Kingen..... Stark Co., Illinois 

"Winkie" Johnie Moritz. Woodford Co., Illinois 

"Roine"... Clarence F. Busick Adams Co., Indiana - G4 

"Heinie" Clarence Niemoeller Bartholomew Co., Indiana .18 

"Rustler".. Jeanette McCown Floyd Co., Indiana... 74 

"Horace".... Leslie Elmer Crulo Jennings Co., Indiana 

"Sambo" Lowell Comeford ...Lake Co., Indiana 58 

"Daisy" !...Leta Hainline Adair Co., Iowa ~~ 

"Sonny".. Elmer Hoth... Allamakee Co., Iowa 106 

"Fritz" Ida Metcalf Butler Co., Iowa - 

"Crescent" Robbie Boseck Cass Co., Iowa 

"Bonnie" Amyle Kafer Carroll Co., Iowa 91 

"St. Nick" Marcella Conley Chickasaw Co., Iowa 

"Empress" Avery and Orie Knight Chickasaw Co., Iowa Ill 

"Laddie" Robbie E. Notton..._ Chickasaw Co., Iowa — - 18 

"Derby" Arthur Fitzsimmons Clayton Co., Iowa 

"King" Victor J. Breitbach Dubuque Co., Iowa 92 

"Tatters" Percy Myers Fayette Co., Iowa - 

"Snip" ..._ Harold Wilcox Greene Co., Iowa 136 

"Pat" Flossie Meredith Jasper Co., Iowa 138 

"Bess" Wilfred Dearchs Kossuth Co., Iowa 

"Custer" Lee Mohr .„ Marshall Co., Iowa 17 

"Justin" Norma Thorson Palo Alto Co., Iowa 42 

"Banty" Lucile Galvin Plymouth Co., Iowa 

"Rags" Cornie De Hoogh Sioux Co., Iowa — 

"Foxy" Charles F. McCoy Story Co. , Iowa 69 

"Jack" .....Bernice Harvey Union Co., Iowa 

"Gyp" ......Lucile Heflen Union Co., Iowa 123 

"Jim" Joey Edwards Barton Co., Kansas 3 

"Jerry" Cleta Johnson Douglas Co., Kansas 113 

VII. 



"Gypsy" Frances Sample Greenwood Co., Kansas 83 

"Robin" Fenton Brannon.. Meade Co., Kansas 137 

"Keno"... Vanessa Lykins Bourbon Co., Kentucky.- , 

"Stubby" Harold Quick Jefferson Co., Kentucky. .. . 

"Ducky". Robt. W. Frank Kenton Co., Kentucky 

"Fun" Richard W. Gunter Allegany Co., Maryland 

"Toots" Isabelle Whitcraft Baltimore Co., Maryland 82 

"Flip" Imogene Schwartz Montgomery Co., Maryland 99 

"Rattler"..... _ Carl P. Forster Bristol Co., Massachusetts 85 

"Clipper"..- —Adelaide J. Stever Bristol Co., Massachusetts 28 

"Rollo" Lillian Davis Dukes Co., Massachusetts 38 

"Ranger" Charlotte J. Adams Worcester Co., Massachusetts 22 

"Cinders" L. Ralph Brown Worcester Co., Massachusetts 93 

"Early Bird" Edwin Larson .....Worcester Co., Massachusetts 73 

"Jumbo". \ddison Barber Barry Co., Michigan 

"Peter". Charlie Mahoney.... Chippewa Co., Michigan 51 

"Caper" Esther Miller Gratiot Co., Michigan 

"Cutey" — Bonnie Jean Hill... Ingham Co., Michigan 

"Snap" Jennie Nadeau Ionia Co., Michigan 16 

"Forest" Wanda Mills Sanilac Co., Michigan _ 139 

"Doc" Helen Tobian Wayne Co., Michigan 

"Scout"... Lucinda Anderson Aitkin Co., Minnesota 39 

"Dan" Hilding H. Gustafson Aitkin Co., Minnesota 

"Clyde" Richard W. Gravelle Beltrami Co., Minnesota 

"Ponto" Joseph Dziuk Benton Co., Minnesota 

' Mate"..... — ~ Bennie Varner Benton Co., Minnesota 

"Bobby" Leo Frank Blue Earth Co., Minnesota 

"Carl"..... M. J. Klinkhammer..— Brown Co., Minnesota 

"Tony" Maurice Himle Chippewa Co., Minnesota 62 

"Mischief". -Orville Himle -Chippewa Co., Minnesota..... 

"Topsy" -Olga Jeager Chippewa Co., Minnesota 80 

"Rastus" Herbert Hill Clay Co., Minnesota 

"Trump" Elder Gertner Cottonwood Co., Minnesota 23 

"Pepper" Merle Herschleb Dodge Co., Minnesota 

"Bouncer" Marville Thompson Douglas Co., Minnesota 55 

"Prince" Norris Nupson Fillmore Co., Minnesota 62 

"Arrow" Willie Fox —Goodhue Co., Minnesota 

"Inez" Edwin Koberstein Goodhue Co., Minnesota 89 

"Larry" Wilford Schaffer Grant Co., Minnesota 120 

"Cheyenne".... Marguerite Hallett... Isanti Co., Minnesota 

"Pedro"... Arnold Anderson -Kandiyohi Co., Minnesota 101 

"Carlo" Harold Bush - Kandiyohi Co., Minnesota 61 

"Jocko". Clyde Olson Kandiyohi Co., Minnesota 

"Huggs" Lloyd Osmondson Kandiyohi Co., Minnesota.... 47 

"Togo" Winfred Brown Koochiching Co., Minnesota 

"Don" — Oliver Olson Koochiching Co., Minnesota 

"Sandy".— -Vernon McMicken Koochiching Co., Minnesota 

"Hero" Gudrum Ekeland— Lac Qui Parle Co., Minnesota 59 

"Eddy" Joseph LeRoy Fjelde. Lac Qui Parle Co., Minnesota 

"Nero" Orion Hegre... - Lac Qui Parle Co., Minnesota..... 

"Teaser". Harry Ronneberg Lac Qui Parle Co., Minnesota 

"Bud" Selma Dillberg —Lyon Co., Minnesota 10 

"Fancy"..— Wallace Eng Lyon Co., Minnesota 

"Scrappy" Mabel Gravley Lyon Co., Minnesota 19 

"Joker" Geo and Flora Hansen Lyon Co., Minnesota 29 

"Razzle"... Vida Kopeschka Martin Co., Minnesota 109 

"Tim" — . Royetta Higgins Nobles Co., Minnesota 

"Bunny" John M. Borsvold— Polk Co., Minnesota 14 

"Star" Clarence Grover Polk Co., Minnesota 7 

"Domino"... Eunice Kringle Polk Co., Minnespta 

"Victor". -Chester Torgerson Pope Co., Minnesota 

"Nemo".— Earl Kammerer Ramsey Co., Minnesota. 15 

"Queenie" Stanley J. Malicek Redwood Co., Minnesota 80 

"Ruby" Charles Woelfel Redwood Co., Minnesota.... 

"Roy" Agnes Zeug Redwood Co., Minnesota 135 

"Tris" Ernest Hanson Renville Co., Minnesota... 

"Slick" Joseph Kottum .—Renville Co., Minnesota..... 134 

"Major". Margaret Roth Rice Co., Minnesota 

"Dimple". Ida Schuenke... .. Rice Co., Minnesota 120 

"Texas" Laura and Helen Sather... Roseau Co., Minnesota 50 

"Twinkle"... Luther B. Arnold, Jr St. Louis Co., Minnesota 35 

"Tatters" Gordon Kniffin... St. Louis Co., Minnesota 94 

"Wallie" Matthew Kane... Scott Co., Minnesota 

"Teddy". George Cooper Stearns Co., Minnesota 

"Tango".. Erwin E. Wardian Stearns Co.; Minnesota 87 

"Leo" - Merrill Robran Steele Co., Minnesota.. 

"Bozzie" Esther Muller Steele Co., Minnesota 71 

"Beau" -Harriet Svendsen Steele Co., Minnesota 60 

"Wonder"..... Olga Simenstad Swift Co., Minnesota 

"Marty" Charlotte Thomsen Traverse Co., Minnesota 

"Freckles" Dorothy Biebighauser ...Washington Co., Minnesota 98 

"Trusty".. Raymond Krueger Washington Co., Minnesota 66 

"Fairy" Lawrence Ulrich Washington Co., Minnesota 

"Spotty" Mildred Etter Watonwan Co., Minnesota _. 

"Bruce". Myra Todd .Winona Co., Minnesota 43 

"Tinker" Arthur P. Anderson Wright Co., Minnesota 

"Dandy" —Grace Burrows Wright Co., Minnesota 

"General" Geo. and Peter Hentges Yellow Medicine Co., Minn 133 

"Togo" Harris Greer ...Sharkey Co., Mississippi .83 

"Pedro" - Harold H. Hodgin... Atchison Co., Missouri ...127 

"Duke" Dorothy Lee Eagle Jackson Co., Missouri..... 69 

"Ginger"..... Charles Foster Randolph Co., Missouri 

"Evangeline" ...Gladys Houx Saline Co., Missouri.— 131 

"Mac" Ruth Mead Saline Co., Missouri 54 

VIII. 



"Black Raven" Nixon Newby Blaine Co., Montana 

"Pilot" ...Freddie M. Richardson Broadwater Co., Montana "fig 

"Cozy" Charles Young Cascade Co., Montana 50 

"Playmate".... Christina Helland Dawson Co., Montana 

"Kris Kringle" Mallena Vashus _ Dawson Co., Montana.. 46 

"Dart" Fern Millsap Fergus Co., Montana 53 

"Wahoo" Pearl Olson Fergus Co., Montana 

"Happy" Harry Parker Fergus Co., Montana 

"Nubbins" Aileen Keller Madison Co., Montana 

"Rocksy" Gertrude Jensvold Musselshell Co., Montana... 138 

"Andy" Alfred H. Brown Teton Co., Montana.. " 21 

"Anna" __ A. O. Rustad Teton Co., Montana... 

"Trixie" ._ Frank Harris Yellowstone Co., Montana 80 

"Ned" Geo. and Ruby Kobelin Yellowstone Co., Montana 80 

"Reggie" Clifford Smith Yellowstone Co., Montana 

"Bert" Harry Ingwerson Cass Co., Nebraska 

"Hector" Verna Beerbohm Cuming Co., Nebraska 34 

*"Tom"._ Helen Heermann Cuming Co., Nebraska ~.~~.i...~. 

"Brewster" Paul D. Simms Custer Co., Nebraska 

"Gus" Frank and Vera Brown Dakota Co., Nebraska "!!.!!!" 68 

"Bumps" ._ Lewis Barton Dawes Co., Nebraska 

"Bingo" Jeanette Lansing Dixon Co., Nebraska 78 

"Jewel".. . Arthur Marode Douglas Co., Nebraska "i03 

"Roscoe" Doris Overman Grant Co., Nebraska 137 

"Ray" Irene A. Brooks Cheshire Co., New Hampshire. 134 

"Dot" Gladys P. Cowley.- Merrimack Co., N. H _ 30^-77 

"Comet" Richard Lippincott Burlington Co., New Jersey 

"Hummer"— Arthur Wallace Burlington Co., New Jersey 45 

"Busy" John H. Albrecht Camden Co., New Jersey ...90 

"Nipper" Harold Cavanaugh Warren Co., New Jersey 63 

"Benny" Harold Kiley Warren Co., New Jersey _ _ 

"Buttercup" Charles McElroy, Jr Albany Co., New York 

"Dolly" George Edwin Adams Cayuga Co., New York 115 

"Snuggles" Alberta and Florence Ashdown.. Chemung Co., New York 136 

"Dude"._ Frances M. Zeh _. Delaware Co., New York 

"Nibs" Ralph Bergman Erie Co., New York 102 

"Dud"._ Margaret Gentner Erie Co., New York 

"Bubs" Elda Allen Essex Co., New York 

"Dexter" Kenneth Hamsher Livingston Co., New York 

"Bingo" Alfred Boissier Nassau Co., New York 83 

"Joe" Harold R. Palmer Oswego Co., New York 125 

"Honey" Mabelle Thomas Oswego Co., New York 36 

"Freddy" Jacob Schlott Queens Co., New York 

"Patsy' Rena Smith St. Lawrence Co., New York 125 

"Sultan" Donald M. Robinson Saratoga Co., New York _.. 79 

"Banner" Tracy Gillette Wayne Co., New York 

"Tip" Chester McKee ._ Wayne Co., New York 1 

"Mayflower".- William A. Barnes Westchester Co., New York 20 

"Cub".„ Eugene Mumpower Buncombe Co., North Carolina. _.. 52 

"Rob"„ Gracie Winstead McDowell Co., North Carolina 

"Silver Tip" Georgia Lee Barringer Stanly Co., North Carolina 

"Buddy" Wm. A. Dimmette Wilkes Co., North Carolina 

"Winkle"._ Myrtle Pearl Holbrook Wilkes Co., North Carolina 13 

"Mert" Lawrence Ukestad Barnes Co., North Dakota _ 

"Chubby" Alice M. Swanson.- Barnes Co., North Dakota 

"Master" Allen Anderson Benson Co., North Dakota 

"Chief" A. Kindlein Benson Co., North Dakota 

"Hank" Harry Larson Benson Co., North Dakota 

"Archie" Mamie Westrom Benson Co., North Dakota. 48 

"Prince" „ Bernadine Kunkel Bottineau Co., North Dakota 81 

"Hub" Vilma Anderson Bowman Co., North Dakota 

"Kirk" Luella Robbins Burke Co., North Dakota __ 

"Partner" Harriet J. Wallace Cass Co., North Dakota 81 

"Doc" Kala Walden _ Cass Co., North Dakota _ 

"Fuzzy" Mary McMahon — Cavalier Co., North Dakota _ 

"Barney" Samuel Stepp Cavalier Co., North Dakota 31 

"Bunty" Mae Nesbit Dickey Co., North Dakota _ 

"Betty" Dwight M. Snow Golden Valley Co., N. D 132 

"Roger" Clara Fosness Grand Forks Co., No. Dakota 

"Reno"..._ Pearl Peterson __ Grand Forks Co., No. Dakota 105 

"Paul" Evelyn and Ber nice Sears Grand Forks Co., No. Dakota 55 

"Paddy" Grace McGogy Mcintosh Co., North Dakota - 137 

"Jessie" Eulalia Timm McLean Co., North Dakota 

"Rex" Wayne Wright McLean Co., North Dakota 

"Lightning" Luella Fischer Morton Co., North Dakota 128 

"Judge" Louis Schmitt Morton Co., North Dakota 112 

"Captain" Ida O'Keefe Mountrail Co., North Dakota 126 

"Rip" Arthur Olson Mountrail Co., North Dakota 

"Jinks" Sandy S. Myhre Nelson Co., North Dakota 

"Flight".— Paul Jones .Renville Co., North Dakota 

"Hal" Joella Abrahamson .._ Richland Co., North Dakota 33 

"Spot" Ina Pruett Richland Co., North Dakota 87 

"Rabbit" Paula Pederson Rolette Co., North Dakota 

"Chick" Susan Stampka Stutsman Co., North Dakota „ 27 

"Frolic" Margery Wright Traill Co., North Dakota 

"Snoozy" Mary E. Kennelly Walsh Co., North Dakota 

"Mort" Hazel Irwin Ward Co., North Dakota. _ 117 

"Curley" Viola Peterson Ward Co., North Dakota 71 

"Sam" Mrs. W. D. Stinson Ward Co., North Dakota 

"Zeppo" Robina Wylder Wells Co., North Dakota 

"Woody" Julia Hill.- .....Williams Co., North Dakota 98 

"Flo".— Lloyd Thomas ..Allen Co., Ohio _ 30 

"Jolly" Hazel Cox Darke Co., Ohio 

"Winner" Lloyd Drake Darke Co., Ohio 48 

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"Pearl".- . Henry Mullenix Darke Co., Ohio 

"Jess" Leo E. Baus Fairfield Co., Ohio 

"Kip" Anna Ruth Miller Logan Co., Ohio 8 

"Roxy" Eldon Crego Madison Co., Ohio.. 

"Rebel" Agnes Prybogle Preble Co., Ohio 

"Brownie"..... Twylah Hart Shelby Co., Ohio 

"Welkie" Gretchen M. Stelzer Summit Co., Ohio 37 

"Peaches" Alicia M. Davenport Klamath Co., Oregon 139 

"Flasher" Clarence R. Morgret ...Cambria Co., Pennsylvania 77 

"Beppo" Larne C. Wertman Carbon Co., Pennsylvania 96 

"Hi" Luther Landis Dauphin Co., Pennsylvania : 

"Fern" Martha Wright Greene Co., Pennsylvania 

"Lightfoot" Romie Butz Lehigh Co., Pennsylvania 123 

"Toodles" Durell W. Moyer _ Lehigh Co., Pennsylvania __ 56 

"Russ" Wm. H. Edmunds Luzerne Co., Pennsylvania 

"Monty" Gretchen Meyer Pike Co., Pennsylvania 

"Fluffy" Robert Decker.- Allegheny Co., Pennsylvania 2 

"Pert" .— Georgia Spencer Warren Co., Pennsylvania 26 

"Dapple" Ernest L. Heckert York Co., Pennsylvania 95 

"Cyclone" Raymond L. Hild York Co., Pennsylvania 136 

"Irene" Colgate M. Searle Kent Co., Rhode Island 58 

"Jud" Henry Nachman Florence Co., South Carolina 

"Tiny" Wm. N. Raiford Marlboro Co., South Carolina 

"Sunshine" Eva Huddleston Beadle Co., South Dakota _ 97* 

"Pinto" Eddie Souhrada Bonhomme Co., South Dakota 46 

"Romeo" Onalee Aney Bonhomme Co., South Dakota 31 

"Buster" Gifford Tures Brookings Co., South Dakota 84 

"Starlight" Oscar Anderson _ Brown Co., South Dakota 135 

"Sparkle" Eloise Savage.- Codington Co., South Dakota 76 

"Tommy" Ruth Wakefield Faulk Co., South Dakota 

"Jeff" Martin Opseth Grant Co., South Dakota _ 41 

"Hugo" Mary Craig Harding Co., South Dakota 

"Chuck" Wilbert Goldsmith Hyde Co., South Dakota 

"Billie" Hazel McMartin Kingsbury Co., South Dakota ...15 

"Cute" Leota R. Bray Lawrence Co., South Dakota 57 

"Bullet" Billy Siskin Lawrence Co., South Dakota 25 

"Babe" Roy Brown \ McCook Co., South Dakota 75 

"Blackie" Glen Herting McCook Co., South Dakota 

"Rob Roy" Harold Kutzler.- McCook Co., South Dakota 116 

"Hugh" Chloris Malloy McCook Co., South Dakota 

"Allie" Ruth Timmons Meade Co., South Dakota 

"Biff" Oscar M. Anderson... Minnehaha Co., South Dakota 33 

"Micky" Clarence and Lucy Buchholz Minnehaha Co., South Dakota 65 

"Scamp" Geo. Hustoft Minnehaha Co., South Dakota 

"Lee" Mabel Myers... Minnehaha Co., South Dakota 17 

"Frisky" Emily L. Savage Minnehaha Co., South Dakota 130 

"Cupid" Edna Evans Moody Co., South Dakota 31 

"Dixie" Walter McLaren Moody Co., South Dakota 

"Betsy" Cleighton E. Davis Campbell Co., Tennessee 135 

"Pop" Douglas Lockman Crockett Co., Tennessee 139 

"Lady" Marion Jones Franklin Co., Tennessee 29 

"Wuzzy" Frank McKissack Madison Co., Tennessee 67 

"Ruskin" Lois Petitt Morgan Co., Tennessee 

"Jean" John H. Elrod Smith Co., Tennessee 12 

"Web" Grace Shephard Chittenden Co., Vermont 110 

"Dainty" Gladys Ellwood Franklin Co., Vermont 121 

"Zip" Ella Fullam Orange Co., Vermont 96 

"Pep" Nancy B. Jennings Rutland Co., Vermont 

"John" Harry Bauserman Augusta Co., Virginia 

"Lulu" Louise Damron Bedford Co., Virginia 

"Wizard" John Kenyon Fairfax Co., Virginia 8S 

"Ad"... .-. Aurelia I. Leigh Norfolk Co., Virginia 24 

"Sergeant" Etta M. Bondurant Roanoke Co., Virginia 

"Janice" Felton Riley Rockingham Co., Virginia 

"Peggy" Arthur Treanary._ Rockingham Co., Virginia 

"Cedric" Thelma L. Sproles Washington Co., Virginia 

"Judy" Mary Kremstreiter Lincoln Co., Washington ....48 

"Scotty" Catherine Rohrbeck Pacific Co., Washington - 

"Nap" Susie Bratt __ Spokane Co., Washington 70 

"Buzz" Carl Twyman. Calhoun Co., West Virginia ;.. 

"Floyd" Francis King Logan Co., West Virginia „ 

"Chum" Bozzie F. Thornton Mercer Co., West Virginia 40 

"Princess"..... Geneva Holt Nicholas Co., West Virginia 129 

"Rover" Cloyd A. Reckart Preston Co., West Virginia 108 

"Christy" C. P. Wells Wetzel Co., West Virginia 49 

"Jay" Victor Harris Ashland Co., Wisconsin .......134 

"Pet" Sheldon Adams Dane Co., Wisconsin .» 

"Polly" Alfred Hokenstad Dane Co., Wisconsin 86 

"Jingo" Pearl Kerr Grant Co., Wisconsin 137 

"Tuck" Lawrence Fox Grant Co., Wisconsin _-. 

"Tramp" Keith Walker Juneau Co., Wisconsin 44 

"Crescent" Cecilia Garot Kewaunee Co., Wisconsin 127 

"Mogul" Roy Podewells Rock Co., Wisconsin 72 

"Sportsman" Harold A. Pierce Waushara Co., Wisconsin 86 



The Farmer's Wife Pony Club 

What It Is and What It Does 



The Farmer's Wife Pony Club, from a very humble beginning, 
has come to be the greatest single factor in the whole United States 
for the distribution of Shetland Ponies among children. 

The Club is conducted by The Farmer's Wife, a woman's farm 
journal of national circulation, and the Ponies are given to ambitious 
children who take subscriptions for the magazine. The Farmer, 
another of our publications, also conducted a Pony Club in past 
years but at the present time this club is not in operation. 

In 1907 we gave away our first Shetland Pony and since that 
time we have awarded more than 325 outfits. And the Pony Club 
has developed so fast that now close to 100 children secure ponies 
from us every year. 

An eminent authority has stated that there never have been 
more than 6,000 living Shetland Ponies in the United States at one 
time, so our Pony Club has already given away close to 6 per cent 
of the Shetlands in this country. And, at the rate the Club is grow- 
ing, we may confidently expect to exercise a vastly greater influence 
over the distribution of these charming pets every year. 

Of course, a good many children who work for our ponies fail to 
win, but it is seldom that an ambitious child who is willing to do a 
reasonable amount of work and is not handicapped by a too sparsely 
settled community fails to qualify for a Pony. Then, too, in every 
competition cash or merchandise prizes are awarded to all contestants 
of a value proportionate to the amount of work each has done, so 
every child who works for us is repaid for whatever effort he makes. 

We buy our ponies from several Shetland Pony Breeders, often 
contracting for a herd of 20 or more at a time, and the older ponies 
are always broken and gentled by children, thus ensuring their fitness 
for the new owners to whom we send them out. 

The motto of the Pony Club is "A Pony for Every Boy and Girl," 
and it is our aim to make it as easy as possible for any child unable 
to buy a pony to get one free by doing work for the Pony Club. 



August 1 
1915 



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XI. 



How To Care For Shetland Ponies 

Interesting Facts About These Charming Pets 



According to a man who has bred hundreds 
of Shetland ponies, who has worked and played 
with them for years, and who knows them in 
all their moods, the Sheltie has a disposition 
that is more nearly angelic than that of any 
other creature which walks on four legs. 

Over in Shetland Islands, just north of Scot- 
land, where these ponies come from, they live 
on terms of the most intimate friendship with 
their owners and their families. Not infre- 
quently when one is in a particularly social 
mood, he strolls through the door of the little 
cottage and is treated like a member of the 
household. Not knowing the meaning of un- 
kind treatment, he comes to believe in man 
as his natural friend and benefactor, and re- 
ciprocates by developing this kindly and affec- 
tionate nature, which makes him most desirable 
as a pet. 

No one should suppose, however, that the 
Shetland leads a life of ease on his native heath, 



are produced annually on the islands, and the} 
sell for about fifty dollars each, which, added 
to the cost of transportation and the duty, 
which in this country is thirty dollars on all 
animals whose ancestors have not been registered 
for three generations, makes the imported stock 
fairly expensive. At the present time there are 
a good many Shetland ponies being bred in 
this country, and the industry is growing as 
the demand increases. 

The training of a Shetland pony may be 
made a very simple matter. Where a pony 
and a child are allowed to grow up together, 
breaking to saddle and to harness are little 
more than natural processes, worked out with 
pleasure and satisfaction to both parties in 
the game. If the child treats the pony in such 
a manner as to inspire confidence, this con- 
fidence is freely bestowed, and whatever the 
little master or mistress thinks ought to be 
done the pony is ready to attempt. 




No Child is too Small to Make Friends with a Shetland Pony. 



for, on the contrary, his life is full of hard 
conditions. He runs wild the year round in a 
country where there is much winter and little 
summer, long seasons of cold rains and biting 
winds, rocky pastures and scant herbage, but 
he grows tough, hardy and sweet-tempered 
under the heel of adversity. He prefers good 
grass, but subsists on sea-weed when necessity 
compels such a diet, and under the lash of 
hunger he even descends to the point of eating 
fish. This extremity, however, comes only in 
the dead of winter and then the islanders usually 
provide some provender to help the little animals 
through the crisis. 

The stock of ponies in the islands is never 
large, for the demand by American breeders 
and those of other countries is greater every 
season than the supply of animals available 
for export purposes. Some six hundred ponies 



Ponies may be purchased immediately after 
they are weaned, when five or six months old 
and may be driven to a moderate extent by 
the time they are fifteen months of age. From 
this time on the pony becomes an indispensable 
member of the family. He often lives to be 
thirty or forty years of age. 

When the ponies are systematically broken 
to harness or saddle, only a few weeks, as a 
rule, are required in which to accustom an 
animal to obey the rein under all conditions. 
The Sheltie is not without an abundance of 
spirit and vim, however. It is a curious fact 
that he seldom shows timidity at the sight of 
locomotives or automobiles, but will manifest 
a strange fear of trifling and harmless objects. 

The Shetland is a Lilliputian, to be sure, but 
he is a real horse for all that, and endowed with 
more "horse sense" than most other members 



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of his tribe. By the same token, he quickly 
learns to resent ill-treatment, and any child 
or older person who cannot own a pony with- 
out striking it or submitting it to similar in- 
dignities is better off without possession of 
such an animal. On the principle that evil 
communications corrupt good manners, ponies 
have been known to develop unamiable tricks 
when much in the company of human beings 
who refuse to treat them properly. 

The Shetland Pony, under conditions which 
exist in this country, should have his hoofs 
examined each spring and fall and possibly 
trimmed a little, so that the feet will rest squarely 
on the ground. Ponies driven on soft roads 
in the country often get along satisfactorily 
without shoeing. Sometimes shoeing the front 
feet will be required, and where the roads are 
hard or the hoofs incline to break it will be 
necessary to use shoes 
all around. When win- 
ter comes, it often hap- 
pens that the pony gets 
less exercise from being 
drive or ridden than 
during the warm 
months of summer. He 
should not, however, be 
kept closely confined, 
or his health will suffer. 
It is well to have a pad- 
dock or a yard of some 
sort in which the pony 
may run. If such a yard 
contains a rough shel- 
ter of some sort, the 
pony may be allowed 





Fun For Both. 



that it hardly need be considered. During the 
summer, one animal will be able to get practically 
all his living on the lawn around the house. 
It is not a bad plan to feed a small bran mash 
every week during winter, even though hay 
alone is being fed, and a piece of rock salt should 
always be where the little animal can lick it. 

The pony which is exercised in a yard, not 
being driven or ridden during certain seasons 
of the year, will require no grain except the 
bran mash once a week. Clean, new hay con- 
stitutes the best ration. Only a small amount 
will be consumed, however, so that the pony 
is not an expensive animal to keep even when 
fed the best quality of hay, and no other should 
be given him. Although not necessary, it is 
a good plan to cut the hay in short lengths in 
a hay cutter. This is a particularly good plan 
if the hay is dusty. If very dusty, it is well 

to sprinkle it lightly 
with water. A pony 
comes to rely very 
largely upon his master 
or mistress, no matter 
how small the child 
may be, and a know- 
ledge of this fact helps 
to teach a child self- 
control and gives him 
a feeling of responsibil- 
ity Indeed, the handl- 
ing of a pony is an 
excellent means of de- 
veloping the character 
of a boy or girl and 
of creating the sym- 
pathy with dumb ani- 




out-of-doors in all weathers, the only point is that 
the more the animal is exposed to the cold the lon- 
ger and shaggier will his coat grow, unless he is kept 
always blanketed. This is Nature's way of 
providing for the little creature's comfort. 

In the Shetland Islands, where the ponies 
run practically wild, they often grow coats of 
such extreme length that the little fellows 
present a very strange appearance. The woolly, 
fur-like hair of the young stock comes off in 
great patches in spring and a herd of the young- 
sters at this season of the year is a ludicrous 
sight. 

One satisfactory feature in the keeping of a 
Shetland pony is the fact that it requires very 
little care. It is more in danger of suffering 
from heat in the summer than from cold in 
winter. A lightly constructed shed is ample 
protection if free from dampness. 

The expense of feeding a pony is so small 



mals which it is desirable every child should have. 

If one cares for points in securing a Shetland 
pony, he should know that animals over forty- 
six inches are not eligible for registry in the 
American Shetland Pony Stud Book; probably 
forty-two inches is the average size of the ponies 
in this country, although there are many much 
smaller. Ponies as small as thirty-six inches 
are not uncommon in the islands, where those 
over forty-two inches cannot be registered. A 
Shetland may be black, brown, mouse, bay, 
chestnut or sorrel, gray or white, dun, cream 
or piebald. The head should be short, the nose 
straight, the eyes prominent and wide apart, 
the neck full, the back short and the body deep. 
The legs should be straight with plenty of 
bone, and the mane and tail should be full. 

After all, however, it is as a pet, a playmate 
and a boon companion for the younger members 
of the household that these animals are most in 
demand, and as such the Shelties are unequalled. 



—XIV- 



Lucky Pony Winners 




'Tip' and the Whole Family enjoy Reading The Farmer's Wife" 

My Darling "Tip" 

By Chester H. McKee, Wayne Co., New York 



One very cold Saturday morning in January 
there came to our house a paper and in it was 
a row of little Shetland ponies with boys and 
girls riding on them. There was another picture 
of a little pony which the Webb Publishing 
Company was going to give away free. The 
more I looked at the picture the more I wanted 
the little pony for my own. My mamma and 
papa read it and said I might try if I wanted. 
So I signed my name and mailed it that day and 
the very day my Certificate of Entry came I 
began to take subscriptions. 

When I first started to get subscriptions, it 
was pretty hard work, but the more names I 
got the more I could get and I had lots of 
pleasant experiences. Some said, "You will not 
get a pony any way;" others said that I would. 
I knew the Webb Publishing Company did just 
as they agreed, for I 
wrote to some boys and 
girls who had won pon- 
ies and they told me how 
nice the Webb Publish- 
ing Company had been 
to them. One of the girls 
I wrote to was Miss 
Cleta Johnson, who had 
won "Jerry," and now 
she and I write to each 
other about our ponies 
and the fine times we 
have with them, so you 
see the Webb Publish- 
ing Company were the 
means of my making a 
new friend, for which I 
thank them very much. 
I would say to any 
little boy or girl who is 
wishing for a pony to 




'Tip" at a Lawn Party 



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enter the Webb Publishing Company's Pony 
Contest and they will surely win a pony for 
their own if they only work hard enough. 

Finally the contest came to a close and then 
came the anxious days of waiting to know if I 
had won. Then came my precious letter on 
Wednesday morning saying that "Tip" would 
be shipped that week. Saturday night came 
and no pony. I was most discouraged. Tues- 
day morning before school my grandpa came 
down and brought the rest of the outfit which 
came that morning. Then I felt sure that my 
pony would soon be here. Wednesday night 
after school, I got a telephone message that my 
pony was at the station and maybe we did not 
hustle down after him. 

When I saw him my joy knew no bounds. I 
put my arms around his neck and said, "Oh, 

you little darling." How 
I did hug him, I was 
so glad he had come and 
was mine. He did not 
like his ride on the cars 
at all, for he had ridden 
47 hours. "Tip" had 
kicked himself complete- 
ly out of his crate and 
they had to put him in 
the freight house. We 
live four miles from the 
station and I thought we 
would never get home, 
for everyone came out to 
see my pony, for "Tip" 
is the first pony owned 
in our town. One lady 
said she just wanted to 
touch him; I suppose to 
see if he really was 
alive. We brought him 



home and turned him loose in a nice box stall 
we had made on purpose for him. "Tip" was 
Oh, so hungry and tired. He would eat a little 
then lie down; then get up and eat some more, 
then lie down. The next day he seemed rested 
some so I put on his saddle and bridle and rode 
him a little. "Tip" is just as gentle as he can 
be. 



on. 



"Tip" will follow me all over with no halter 

He will come up the steps onto the porch 

into the house and look 
out of the windows. I 
have a big bull-dog 
named "Sport" and he 
will hold "Tip's" halter 
rope so "Tip" can eat 
grass on the lawn. "Tip" 
dearly loves apples and 
will take them out of my 
pocket. He will shake 
hands and do many cute 
things, but of all the 
children that play with 
him, he seems to like me 
best. He does not like 
strangers at all. I draw 
wood for mamma and 
take eggs to town for 
groceries for her and 
mamma pays me for all I 
do, so you see "Tip" is 
making me rich. 

I cannot begin to tell 
you all the good times 
I have had since "Tip" 
came to live with me. 
I have always been 
sickly but now I play with 




"Tip" so much out of doors that I am getting 
strong and well. I have had lots of chances to 
sell "Tip," but money cannot buy him, for my 
heart would be broken if I ever had to part with 
him. And I know "Tip's" would be too for we 
are such friends. We all like The Farmer's Wife 
very much and "Tip" and the whole family 
enjoy reading it. 

I give "Tip" a bath real often and braid his 
mane and tail to make him look nice. He likes 
to be curried and fussed with. When winter 

comes I am going to 
have a new sled to hitch 
"Tip" to, then we will 
have jolly times in the 
snow. So you see "Tip" 
is making me very 
happy, also my little 
friends. 

If all little boys and 
girls could only have a 
pony like my "Tip," I 
am sure they would all 
love it as dearly as I do 
"Tip" and have as many 
good times as I do. I 
am sure they would be 
very much happier. 
Since "Tip" came to live 
with me I have had com- 
pany nearly every day 
and all the children love 
"Tip" most as much 
as I do for I let them all 
ride him, but I am sure 
"Tip" likes me best of 
all. 

I can never thank The 
Farmer's Wife enough 
for sending "Tip" to me 



Chester and. "Tip" Playing "Injun" 




"Fluffy," given to Robert Decker, 
Allegheny Co., Pennsylvania. 

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My Dream Pony 

By Joey Edwards, Barton County, Kansas, Winner of "Sunny Jim" 



Last spring out to sunny Kansas from his 
home away up North in the cold country, came 
my darling little pony, "Sunny Jim." His 
eyes were just like little tiny suns and everyone 
who sees him, their eyes shine too and mamma 
says he is a regular little ball of sunshine out in 
sunny Kansas for a little sunny girl and his name 
is "Sunny Jim. " 

When I was a little tiny girl my grandpa said, 
"Some day I'll buy you a nice little Shetland 
pony. " Once when I was sick and the doctor's 
medicine was very bitter he said, "Just take it, 
dearie, and go to sleep and some day when you 
wake up the Shetland pony will be here. " I 
always dreamed of little Shetlands all black and 
spotted but they always ran away when I woke 
up. Now my grandpa is a real nice bald headed 
grandpa and when I was a baby they called me 
a boy's name just because his name was Joe. So 
I thought if all my life I had to be called a boy's 
name he ought to buy me a pony. But my 



would go to nearly anyone's house after school 
and just ask everyone I met. 

Some man would say, "You bet I'll take 
your paper," and then he would say, "Hey Bill 
and John, come and help this little girl out. " 
Sometimes Bill and John would say, "Oh, there 
isn't anything to it. My boy sold something to 
get a kite and he never heard from the place 
again. " I wasn't afraid to say things when they 
thought the Webb Publishing Company would 
do that way, for I knew better than that. And 
I had lots of letters from little girls who had got 
ponies. 

Sometimes a woman said, "We just don't see 
how we can take it, we get so many papers now 
and the children have had the measles and all 
the bills coming in. " But I just kept right on 
showing her the little pictures of the pony and 
turning the pages of the magazine till pretty 
soon she would look a little nicer and say, "I 
always wished my little girl could have a pony. " 




*' 6 Sunny Jim' Knew Me from Everybody Else Who Came to Meet Him" 



auntie said when she was a little girl grandpa 
told her the very same thing and now she is too big 
to ride and would never know what good times 
she had missed. So I just knew my grandpa 
was having dreams too, when he promised to 
buy me one. But one day my dream came true 
and I'm going to tell you how. 

One day a paper came to our house and the 
first thing I found in that paper was a whole page 
of little Shetland ponies and boys and girls riding 
on them. I read about it and it said the Webb 
Publishing Company of St. Paul, gave them away 
to little boys and girls. My mamma read it too 
and she said if I wanted to I might enter the con- 
test. I was awful bashful and didn't like to go 
to people's houses, but mamma said, "Just take 
the sample copy of the paper with you and you 
won't have any trouble getting people to sub- 
scribe. " I just went to ladies' houses I knew at 
first and they said of course we will take your 
paper and I told them I would take their little 
children out riding when I got my pony. I got 
so many right at first that I got real brave and 

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Then she would just say, "I'll take it," and 
when I left she would be smiling real pretty and 
looking nearly young enough to ride a pony, and 
I knew my little pony was making people happy 
even before it came to live in our town. 

I know lots of men who work on the road near 
my house and they all took my paper, because 
they had chickens and gardens and cows. But 
I believe the real reason was that some time in 
their lives they had had a grandpa who said, 
"Some day I'll buy you a pony," and it never 
came, just like the dreams I had when I was 
sick and the doctor came. 

When I got the letter from the Webb Publish- 
ing Company telling me that I had won the prize 
I was so glad I nearly cried. I made my grandpa 
sit up and take me to the train that night. The 
first night I went to meet him the pony didn't come 
as his train was delayed. So we all went to 
meet him the next night and sure enough he was 
there and the baggage man helped me up in the 
car and I was so happy I forgot to scold "Jim" 
for being a day late. I never said a bad word 



to him because he just looked up with his little 
sparkling eyes and he knew me from everybody 
else who came to see him and he just squealed 
the cutest little squeal and stuck his ears up and 
rubbed his wet nose all over my coat. Every- 
body wanted him to look at them but he just 
knew it was me he had come to live with, and 
and when the depot 
man helped grand- 
pa take him out of 
his box "Sunny 
Jim" let me get 
right on his back 
and grandpa led 
him up through 
Main Street, every- 
body coming along 
behind him. 

After every one 
had gone home and 
it was nearly morn- 
ing time we put 
him in a little lot 
by the barn. He 
was so glad to have 
a nice home and 
acted so cute I 
could hardly say 
goodnight to him. 
But early before 
school the next 

morning I was to see him again and after school 
all the little boys and girls came to see him and 
we had a big party and little "Sunny" was the 
guest of honor just like they have big folks' 
parties. 

m Every little boy and girl in town loves "Sunny 
Jim" because he is the only little pony in town 
and I take them all driving after school in my 
little buggy. When winter comes I am going to 
have a little sled and then we will all have a jolly 
time in the snow. 




"Two of My Dearest Friends" 



"Jim" will eat anything I give him. He 
loves sugar, bananas and candy and it makes 
him too fat for he weighs 50 pounds more now 
than he did when he came. He will come up 
the steps on the porch and he will turn on the 
hydrant in the yard when he wants a drink. 
And he does the most cute things. 

My mamma 
took me to visit in 
the mountains this 
summer and she 
wouldn't take 
"Sunny Jim'' 
along so I couldn't 
stay very long as I 
got too homesick 
to see him and I 
coaxed her to come 
home pretty soon. 
One of my little 
chums kept him 
for me while I was 
gone. 

"Jim" gets me 
scolded lots of times 
but he doesn't 
know he's doing 
wrong. Every time 
I wear a nice clean 
dress my mamma 
says, "What makes 
those black streaks 
on your dress?" 
bhe doesn't know, out "Jim" does. He just 
rubs his nice little dusty nose all over my back. 
I don't care, because dresses wash, and dear little 
"Jim" just does it because he loves me so. 

I love the Webb Publishing Company more 
than anything in the world except "Sunny Jim," 
because if the man that published the paper 
hadn't loved us little girls and boys so much I 
would never have won my own darling "Sunny 
Jim" and my dream would never have come 
true. 




Sliding Down "Mac's" Back 

(See Story on Page 54) 
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The Story of "Sweetheart" 

In Three Parts 

By Lillias E. T. Howe, Nevada Co., California 



PART I 

How I Won "Sweetheart" 

I am going to write to you and the Pony 
Club how I came to work for "Sweetheart". 
When I was nearly five years old mamma saw in 
a paper she was taking your advertisement 
of a pony to be given away for a little work. 
Mamma told me that if I went in the contest 
it would mean plenty of work but I wanted to 
try so we started out. After getting most of 
our neighbors in the country to subscribe we 
went into town. Mamma would go with me 
and stand where she could watch me and I 
would go up one side of main street and down 
the other. Sometimes people would say, "Little 
Dear, I don't think I care for your paper." 



her name." So you see we were all three happy 
for that 50 cents; he made both the old lady 
and me happy and I know he is happier because 
he did. 

I had so many pleasant happenings while I 
was working for "Sweetheart," I think that is 
why you sent me such a dear sweetheart. I 
will always love the Webb Publishing Company 
and mean to always try to keep The Farmer's 
Wife. 

PART II 
Cute Pony Tricks 

I must tell you some of the cute things my 
pony "Sweetheart" does. One day mamma was 




Lillias and "Sweetheart" Playing Indian 



Then I would thank them and show them my 
pony pin and often they would call me back 
and give me a subscription, for I always thanked 
them the same as though they did subscribe 
cause mamma always said, "Don't feel bad when 
they say no, for everyone knows best what he 
can or cannot do." 

I went one day to the dearest old lady (she 
was older than mamma) and her hair was very 
white. She put her arm around me and said, 
"How I wish I could take your paper, but I 
have not one dollar of my own." I felt bad 
for her but we visited a little and I sang "Daddy's 
Tomboy Girl" for her. I only went a little way 
down the street when I met a very pleasant 
looking young man and I told him what I was 
working for. He said, "Well dear, If I had 
anyone I could send the paper to, I would take 
it. I want you to get the pony." I said 
"Would you truly?" He said, "Yes I would," 
so I told him about the dear old lady and he 
gave me 50 cents and said, "Run back and get 



picking cherries and "Sweetheart" was around 
the tree so he knocked the ladder down and 
mamma had to stay up in the tree for some time 
until someone came and put the ladder up for 
her. She scolded "Sweetheart" and told him 
to go and amuse himself somewhere else, so he 
chased the chickens until he caught one by the 
tail. Then he trotted back under the tree 
mamma was in and held the hen in his mouth 
and looked up at mamma as much as to say, 
"This is something new." He does so many 
cute things. He will jump way high with me 
on his back and he will make the dogs go from 
place to place where I tell him. He comes 
to the house as soon as he gets out and wants to 
come in and get sugar or cookies or candy. 
He loves most all kinds of fruit except straw- 



berries. He will come in the house and go all 
through it looking for me. 

I would not sell my pony for any price at all. 
He is so dear we all love him. Sure he is full of 
mischief, but he is a dear. I have had many 
nice rides on his dear little back. He is fat and 
sleek now. When he came he had on his long 
winter hair and he was just like a little bear, 
only he could bite instead of hug. He will come 
upon the porch and if no one opens the screen 
for him he will raise his little foot and strike the 
screen so it will open a little, then stick his 
dear little black nose in and push the screen 
open and walk in and go to each one asking for 
something. He tries to pick up my kittens, 
too. He will go under the apple trees and pick 
up the apples and carry them around in his 
mouth. He is not afraid of anything that I know 
of. He will go right up to an auto and smell of 
the tires and walk all around them looking at 
them. Then if the auto 
starts off, he will stand and 
look at it and blow after it. 



In our town this year we 
had our big parade at night 
on the third of July instead 
of the morning of the 
Fourth. I rode my "Sweet- 
heart." We were just back 
of the Grand Marshall and 
there were bands playing, 
and fire works. Some of 
the orders had an elephant 
and camel and giraffe and 
other animals made up 

and dozens of fancy lanterns lighted and carried 
besides decorated automobiles and all kinds of 
noises suitable for the Fourth of July, but little 
"Sweetheart" marched along as though it were 
nothing unusual and it was the first time he 
was ever in town after night. There was a big 
crowd on the streets. You see we are twin 
cities here. Grass Valley is four miles from 
Nevada City and we are connected by both 
electric and steam cars, so one year Nevada 
City celebrates the Fourth of July and Grass 
Valley comes with us, the next year we go to 
Grass Valley and celebrate with them. Mamma 
says St. Paul and Minneapolis are twin cities 
too, but I must write about "Sweetheart." 
Don't you think he was fine to go in that parade 
and not be afraid, only two years and one month 
old? Then I had him down again on the Fourth 
and he saw the flying machine too. You see 
we had a three-day celebration. One year Grass 




was a fine celebration. The people seemed to> 
think that "Sweetheart" was the greatest at- 
traction this year. I know he was the dearest 
(to me). We are teaching him some tricks so 
by the time we celebrate again he will know how 
to perform some. He will kiss you and give you 
his foot. He never offers to kick but he loves 
to be with some one, especially does he love 
mamma. Every day I thank you for my ' 'Sweet- 
heart." He grows more cunning every day and 
I look for years of pleasure with my prize from 
The Farmer's Wife. 

PART III 
"Sweetheart's" Christmas Party 

I wonder what could have been the matter- 
When my mamma received The Farmer's Wife 
for January, 1915, I could not find one letter 
from a member of our Pony Club. Now dear 
little friends, let us begin our New Year with a 
hearty "Three Cheers" for 
our dear Editor and all the 
darling ponies he has given 
us. 



Now for Christmas. 
"Sweetheart" and I had a 
fine time. I had a beau- 
tiful tree and we had com- 
pany (both children for me 
and grownups for mamma 
and daddy). In the after- 
noon of Christmas day we 
went in the parlor and lit 

the candles on the tree 
Ready for the Fourth of July Parade ^ there among ^ 

many pretty things hung a pretty tarletan bag 
with cube sugar in it and apples and tied on 
with red ribbon were two pretty buttons for his 
bridle. They are glass with flowers in them and 
a Christmas card addressed to "Sweetheart." 
Oh! is not Santa Claus wonderful to remember 
me and my beautiful pet? When the names were 
called, mamma opened the door and told "Sweet- 
heart" to come. He walked in through the 
kitchen and dining room and into the parlor 
where the company were and up to the tree and 
looked at the pretty lights. He ate candy and 
nuts and looked at the people, then daddy told 
him he must go out. I wish every member of 
the club and you, Editor, could have seen his 
sweet black face and bright eyes shining as he 
stood at the tree and how the children laughed 
to see him come in the house. 

I hope the other members of the club will 
write and tell me about their little pets. 

Best wishes to every Club member and a, 
K^S^^kTo^J^"^ . long prosperous life to our Farmer's Wif, 



Valley, our Twin City, had a home coming week 



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'•We Took 'Star 9 Home With the Oxen" 



My North "Star" 

[By Clarence Grover, Polk Co., Minnesota 



I received "Star" June 2nd and papa and I 
went to town to get him. We had him in the 
wagon box in the crate and took him home with 
the oxen, which you will see in the picture. 

"Star" is a pretty, brown Shetland pony, 
three years old and forty-one inches tall and 
very cute. So many told me when I told them 
that I was trying to win a Shetland pony by 
getting subscribers for the paper that I would 
get a picture of a pony and buggy and some 
thought that I would not get anything, but they 
all think different now. There have been so many 
here to see my rig and they all think it the 
cutest in the neighborhood. My friends say 
they will also try to get a rig like mine if the 
Webb Publishing Company has any more 
contests. 

I have my pony tied 
with a long rope down 
on our meadow so he 
gets lots of green grass 
and has gained quite a 
little since I got him. 
"Star" likes me when I 
go up to him. He will 
rub his nose on my face 
to kiss me. He will also 
shake hands. I just wish 
you could see ah the 
cute tricks he can do. 
I can get "Star" to go 
on a big box and he will 
stand so still and look 
at me. So many have 
asked me how much I 
would take for my rig, 
but it would be too lone- 
some without the pony 
now, and I can have "There's Always 




more fun with the pony than I could with the 
money. 

"Star" just loves a dish of strawberries and 
also likes oats and sugar. 

My folks think my rig the best present I could 
have gotten and don't know when I ever would 
have owned a pony of my own if it had not been 
for the Webb Publishing Company of St. Paul. 
When my friends come, we hitch up "Star" 
and go out driving and they all think it lots of 
fun. One Sunday when quite a few of my 
friends were here, we took "Star" on top of an 
old straw stack and had our pictures taken. 

He is not afraid of automobiles and will go 
right up and look at them. 

So many say they cannot understand how the 
Webb Publishing Company can give_ away so 

much for so little work 
but they do and every 
child ought to try for 
one because they are the 
best ponies that chil- 
dren could have. 

One day my friends 
and sisters were going 
out to pick strawberries 
and we had our lunches 
with us and "Star" took 
a good load of us there 
and he seemed to enjoy 
it as much as any of us 
and ate almost as many 
strawberries as any of 
us did. 



Again I thank you 
r=J for "Star" and all you 
sent me. 



Room at the Top" 

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"I Drive Kip Around the Race Track in My Little Cart' 



My Own Dear "Kip 

By Anna Ruth Miller, Logan Co., Ohio 



99 



I want all my friends to know what a lovely 
pet I now have. When I received the telephone 
message, telling me that "Kip" had arrived, 
I just couldn't get to the depot fast enough. 
Mama, papa and I went right away. They 
had already taken him out of the crate and he 
was in a livery barn and, bless his little heart, 
when he heard us coming he whinnied. It was 
the sweetest sound to me just then I tell you. 
Papa put the saddle and bridle on, which came 
in the morning, and then helped me on his back. 
A crowd commenced to gather around and all 
said, "Is that the little pony she got by taking 
subscriptions for The Farmer's Wife?" We 
told them yes and wasn't he a little beauty. 
They all were as excited as I about him. 

On our way home we passed the Fair Grounds 
where papa has horses in training. All the train- 
ers said he was a fine one and their horses weren't 
in it with "Kip." 

We had a nice box stall waiting for him so we 
put him in to rest, but I just staid with him 
till supper time. The next day I commenced 
to play with him, braid- 
ing his lovely mane and 
tail and brushing him 
off. A pony is the best 
playmate a child can 
have. You ought to see 
him eat watermelon, 
cakes, crackers, candy, 
sugar and fruit. We 
feed him oats three 
times a day besides 
hay and then when in 
pasture he gets all the 
clover and grass he 
wants. I haven't had 
him long enough to 
teach him many tricks. 
He shakes hands and 
rubs his velvety nose 
on you after you give 
fcm anything. "Kip" and Anna Ruth Eating Lunch 




He is growing more beautiful than ever- 
Although I am so young, I can hitch and un- 
hitch him and do everything for him. I want to 
do all for him myself, he is so gentle and kind. 
My first thought in the morning is of my darling, 
what good times we will have together. Some- 
times I drive home alone if papa isn't quite 
ready to come. We only live about half mile 
from Fair Grounds but I pass a great many 
autos and other vehicles. I have always been 
used to horses so that I have no fear about 
driving alone. I always keep to the right and 
then you are all right. One feels safe with a little 
pony, as they are not afraid of anything. One 
of the pictures shows me in my little racing cart. 
If every girl and boy wanted a pony as much 
as I did, they certainly would join The Farmer's 
Wife Pony Club and try and get one. Don't 
let anyone try to discourage you by saying 
there isn't anything in it, but keep right on get- 
ting all the subscribers you can and I assure 
you the Webb Publishing Company will do all 
they can for you to get a pony. Every- 
thing they promise to 
do they will most assur- 
edly keep their word. 
I shall never forget 
their kindness to m e all 
through the contest and 
will always try to get 
them subscribers when- 
ever I can. 



I must close now for 
when I get talking 
about my dear little 
"Kip," I never know 
when to stop. I send 
kind wishes to all my 
little unknown friends 
and hope you all will 
join The Farmer's Wife 
Pony Club and be as 
happy as I am. 




A Happy Pair Posing for their Picture 

The Sweetest Kind of "Marmalade" 

By Crystal A. Andreas, San Bernardino Co., California 



I will now tell you about my pony "Marma- 
lade" that came all the way from St. Paul, Minn., 
to Sunny California. 

One day I happened to find a paper with ever 
so many ponies in it, and as I always wanted 
one I became very much interested in it and 
wanted to try and win one of those dear ponies 
that the Webb Publishing Co. were giving 
away to girls and boys. 

So I sent in my name and got started in the 
contest. At first it seemed hard as I never had 
tried anything like that, but The Farmer's 
Wife is such a nice paper that I had no trouble 
at all in getting subscribers so I kept right on 
until the finish, and you don't know how glad 
I was when I received 
word that I had won a 
pony by the name of 
"Marmalade," and he was 
to be shipped to me. 

One evening when the 
telephone rang and the 
agent at the station said 
the pony had come, I just 
couldn't wait until papa 
would bring him home, so 
I begged real hard to go 
along, although it was past 
my bed time. 



At last we got started 
on our way and when we 




Perfectly at Home 



returned home it was ten o'clock. "Marma^ 
lade" arrived late at night and I knew that he 
was very hungry so we gave him a good supper 
and a drink of water and then made him a nice 
bed. 

So I said good-night to my new friend and 
went to bed to dream of the lovely times we 
now would have. He is the sweetest little pet 
you could ever want, and I am sure he loves his 
new home. 

Whenever he sees me he neighs and comes 
running and I know that he is begging for an 
apple or some cake. We have a little calf on 
the ranch and "Marmalade" and "Jim" are 
the best of chums. They play all day long in 
the tall grass and in the 
evening they come back 
to the barn. 

I have taught him a few 
tricks such as shaking his 
head for no and yes, and 
he can now walk down 
and up the steps as well 
as anyone. I can't tell 
you all the good times my 
playmates and I have with 
"Marmalade," and I thank 
the Webb Publishing Co. 
many times for giving him 
to me. 







"It Was Too Funny to See Him Try to Pull Us Along" 



Dear Little "Bud 



99 



By Salma Dillberg, Lyon Co., Minnesota 



I must write and tell you that my little Shet- 
land Pony, "Bud" got here Wednesday after- 
noon at five o'clock and I was so happy that I 
could hardly sleep that night and almost for- 
got to go to school next morning. There were 
so many people around "Bud" at the rail- 
road station that I thought I never could get 
him home to our farm. A little later the beau- 
tiful buggy and harness and saddle and bridle 
came too and I surely am proud of the whole 
outfit. 

When I want to go to a picnic, I take my 
little pony and drive him. He takes the buggy 
right along as easy as can be and he is as kind as 
a kitten. I take my pony to town for groceries 
sometimes and sometimes I take my mamma 
out for a ride in the afternoon. One day mamma 
and I went six miles and I thought that "Bud" 
would be tired but he 
did not get tired or 
lazy. My little pony 
likes to eat apples, 
sugar and cake and he 
just loves to drink milk. 
When I call or whistle 
for him, he comes up 
to me and then goes 
away before I get a 
chance to catch him, 
but when I have an 
apple in my hand, he 
comes right up to me 
and seems to ask me 
for the apple. 

"Bud" is so accom- 
modating that he will 
do anything we ask of 
him. One day a crowd 
of us went out on a 
picnic and "Bud" act- 




"He Ate Right at the Table' 

—10— 



ed just like a little boy. When lunch time came, 
he walked right up to the table and whinnied 
for his share so we gave him sandwiches and 
apples and cake and he ate right at the table 
with us. Then we went out in a nearby field 
and hitched him up to an old tractor and it was 
too funny to see him try to pull us along — about 
a 10 ton load. Of course, he couldn't do it, but 
he pretended to try, anyway. He seemed to 
think it was a good joke and didn't fuss a bit. 
You can see how cute he looks in the two pic- 
tures which we took on that day. 

When I was trying to get my pony, all my 
friends said that I would not get it, but I did 
not listen to that but went right ahead and that 
is the way all the boys and girls should do when 
they try to get ponies and every little boy and 

girl should have a 
Shetland Pony like 
mine. "Bud" can 
jump over a box 
and he can also 
do some other cute 
little tricks. Now, 
boys and girls, is the 
time for you to try to 
get a little Shetland 
Pony and I know the 
Webb Publishing Co. 
will help you to get 
one because they al- 
ways do just as they 
say they will do. All 
boys and girls should 
try hard to have a 
Shetland Pony of their 
own, and if they get 
one like "Bud" they 
will have the best 
present in the world. 




My Pony "Bob" 

By John B. Corn, Jr., Pulaski County, Ark. 



"Bob" is a beautiful pony, so cute and smart. 
He is forty-one inches high and weighs three 
hundred pounds. He loves me dearly and for 
fun he is the best chum I have. He is very fond 
of eating sugar and I taught him to do so many 
cute things, for he learns so very easy. He will 
lie down and play asleep, shake hands, nod for 
yes, and shake his head for no, he will walk on 
his hind feet, kneel and say his prayers. In 
the morning when he awakes he always nickers 
for me. I enjoy so much driving in the country 
with my friends to get watermelons and peaches. 

This spring my little sister and I drove "Bob" 
in the National Confederate Reunion Parade. 
The buggy and pony looked so pretty decorated. 
We were also in the Labor Day Parade this year 
and "Bob" won the prize of a new bridle for 
being the prettiest and smallest pony in the 
parade. There were also other boys in the 
parade with their ponies. The new bridle looks 
just fine on "Bob" and 
he is so very proud of it. 

During school days I 
drive "Bob" to school and 
on Sunday morning I take 
my little sister to Sunday 
School. 

"Bob" and I are always 
glad when papa takes us 
along on a fishing trip. 
I go in swimming and 
"Bob" likes to swim also, 
he can swim with me on 
his back. I have a canvas 
boat that I get into and 
hold to "Bob's" tail while 
he pulls me across the 
river, which is about fifty 
yards across. When we are 
through fishing papa loads 
up the buggy with fish and 
we start home. I hope 
all the lucky winners live 



near a river so they can take their pony for a 
swim. At first your pony will not likf it but he 
soon learns it is fine sport. 

_ I have a bull dog, whom you can se in the 
picture; he and "Bob" are great chums. They 




sleep together and wherever "Bob" 

dog is sure to go, just like Mary'v T 

One day "Bob" got away and * 

but my dog followed and dr 

just in time for his sugar and 

I had ready for him. 

I have been offered $300.' 

would not sell him for an 

more pleasure out of my p 

to have so much money an 

and I would be so lonesom 

know he would cry much if 
I was eight years old 

contest in 1910, and my 

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our 
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1909 
I are 
Scho 
think 
watchi. 
and I h< 
pony wir 
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Papa and all of the neighbors love "Bob" 
also and say so many good things about the 
Webb Publishing Company, for they are sure 
friends to boys and girls who will work for a pony. 
If you win the next pony contest you will be the 
happiest boy or girl in the world. 

I would like to have all the pony winners come 
to Arkansas to visit "Bob" and me. We have 
plenty of room and water, also a little Barley 
Corn. You see John Barley Corn, Jr., is my 
name, I was named for papa. My papa was 
born in Lincoln County, Tennessee, where they 
made barley corn famous. Grandpa liked 
barley corn so well and his name being Corn he 
decided to call papa John Barley Corn. Then 



I arrived and papa named me John Barley Corn, 
Jr. My sister, who was born on the first day of 
June, is called Bessie June Corn, so you see 
"Bob" has June and Barley Corn all the time 
and do you wonder he is so good? 

When I grow up to be a man I expect to run 
for governor of Arkansas on the Prohibition 
ticket and show people that John Barley Corn is 
good for something besides ruining homes. 

Now, don't you hesitate to enter the next 
contest and put confidence in the Webb Pub- 
lishing Company for they will do all they say. 
I just cannot tell you how much I love them for 
what they did for my sister and me. 



Dear Friends: 

I am going to write 
and tell you what 
great friends "Jean" 
and I have learned 
to be. 

I ride and/ 'rive him 
all the /me. We 
certainly / have good 
times to^ ^er He is 

growing ~ner 

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every ; 

the litf 

town 

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gentle and loves to 
be petted. 

I certainly am glad 
I joined The Far- 
mer's Wife Pony 
Club and I want 
to thank you for all 
the favors you did 
me and the fair way 
you treated me all 
the way through. 

Your faithful friend, 

John H. Elrod, 

Smith Co., Tennessee. 



John H. Elrod and "Jean" 




♦Mac" and Ruth Mead Rehearsing for the Circus 

(See Story on Page 54) 

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"Winkle" and Myrtle Pearl After the Mail 

How "Winkle" Was Won 

By Myrtle Pearl Holbrook, Wilkes Co., North Carolina 



I'll tell you how it was. About May 1st, I 
found your advertisement about "Winkle" and 
his dandy outfit saying, "Send us your name 
if you want him for your own." I read it all 
over and over and wished to enter the contest. 
I wanted to work for him. I asked papa over 
and over to let me try, but he was busy all the 
time and didn't listen to me. 

Finally I persuaded him and one of my 
uncles to give me their subscriptions so I could 
become a member and after I received my blanks, 
etc., I went to work in earnest and mailed my 
first list on May 12th. I worked hard every 
day till the 29th of June, being less than two 
months. I went to a little town fourteen miles 
away with the mail man and got a number of 
subscriptions. I was almost a little stranger 
there, but I had a good friend that went with me 
to many places. I had a good time as it was 
good fun working for "Winkle." Everyone was 
kind to me and after I came home, my uncle 
went with me around in the neighboring section. 
One of my aunts made trips with me and I had 
a nice time on all of my trips and around home 
I did not let anyone pass or 
miss anyone without giving 
them a chance to subscribe 
for The Farmer's Wife and 
help me to win a pony. It 
was wonderfyl. Scarcely any- 
one ever turned me down and 
I feel so thankful to them 
for their kindness, but of 
course I found a few cranky 
people and I guess all of our 
Pony Club Members did too, 
but I didn't get discouraged. 

When I received your good 
letter, telling me I had won 
"Winkle," I just leaped for 
joy and clapped my hands. 
I ran to the telephone and 
told my aunt I had won 
"Winkle" and his outfit and 
she was so overjoyed she ran 
about one-half mile across a 
cornfield to break the news to 




Why Shouldn't I Be Happy? 

—13— 



grandpa about my success. Aunt is a large fleshy 
woman and just imagine how funny she looked 
running across the cornfield to break the news 
to grandpa. And when she told him he threw 
down his hoe and up with his hat and called to my 
uncle and said, "We will stop right where we 
are and do no more work today, but will go 
over and spend the evening with Myrtle Pearl 
and sit up with her tonight, for I know she 
won't sleep any." So on they came and several 
of my friends came too and we had a regular 
jubilee. 

But the best of all was on June 9th. The 
mail man was at the station when "Winkle" 
came in. He led him out and on to my home 
that evening 14 miles distant. When he got 
to the post office is where the true happiness 
was expressed. I was so happy I almost cried. 
I hugged "Winkle's" neck, talked to him and 
we were perfect friends from the very beginning. 
He is so good and kind. 

Little friend, if you want a pony for your own, 
don't delay in entering the contest. The Webb 
Publishing Company certainly will treat you 
right. The outfit, pony and 
all is much better than I had 
ever imagined. Do not 
doubt or feel discouraged. 
The contest is absolutely fair 
and you will get all that is 
coming to you. I have had 
so many letters of congratu- 
lation from my dear little 
Pony Club Members. Am 
so glad to get in touch with 
so many dear little friends. 



I am only 1 1 years old and 
live among the mountains of 
North Carolina where peo- 
ple are not very thickly set- 
tled, so most of the little 
boys and girls have a better 
chance than I did. So no one 
need to feel discouraged on 
entering the contest. It will 
be an easy victory. 




"On the Banks of the Bed River of the North" 



Little "Bunny" 

By John M. Borsvold, Polk Co., Minnesota 



Before I commence telling you about my 
dear little pony, "Bunny," let me introduce 
myself, so that you may know who I am and 
where I live. I am a little red headed Norwe- 
gian boy and was 10 years old on June 17th. 
I live with my parents, four sisters and two 
Drothers on a 40-acre farm on the banks of the 
Red River of the North, three miles west from 
the village of Climax, Polk County, Minnesota. 

Last summer I saw an advertisement in a 
paper that the Webb Publishing Company of 
St. Paul, Minn., was giving away ponies to 
little boys and girls. 
As I had always 
wanted a pony that 
I could call my 
own, I asked my 
mamma and papa 
if they would let 
me try and win a 
pony. They said 
I could try but 
papa said he 
thought I would 
not succeed. Any- 
how I entered the 
contest and began 
to get subscribers. 
I found it very 
easy as almost 

everyone said they would take the paper as they 
thought it was the best farm paper in 
the state. After school and on Saturdays, I 
would get papa's horse and buggy and some- 
times mamma would go with me and I would 
start out working, and I kept on until the last 
hour of the contest, all the time being confident 
that I would win "Bunny." 

—14 




"I Use «Bunny' on the Cultivator" 



As "Bunny" was intended for a Christmas 
present the winner would be notified Christmas 
Eve. Arriving home from school Christmas Eve, 
no notice had arrived and mamma and papa 
both said that I had lost. I could hardly keep 
the tears back, as I had worked so hard and 
been so sure all the time that I would have the 
happiest Christmas in my life. I was just 
getting ready to retire for the night, much 
sadder than usual and wondering who the lucky 
winner of "Bunny" could be. Listen! somebody 
knocking at the door! Mamma went and 

opened the door. 
Here was Uncle Ole 
and one of our 
neighbors. They 
told mamma that I 
was the lucky win- 
ner of the little 
pony and outfit, as 
they had been in- 
formed over the 
phone that the 
buggy had arrived 
that evening. I 
fairly jumped out 
of bed and dressed 
faster than I ever 
did before and ran 
out to greet Uncle 
and asked him if it was really true that 'I had 
won "Bunny." He assured me that it was and 
that I now had a pony and buggy of my own. 

I am unable to describe here how happy I 
felt. I doubt very much if the English language 
contains words whereby I could describe it, if 
I should try. Anyhow, they are not at my 
command. Oh! I was so happy. Mamma, 



papa, my sisters and brothers were so happy too. 
We drove to town that night and arrived there 
just as the train pulled in from the North. 
"Bunny" was not on the train, but as papa had 
told me that if I won "Bunny" he would come 
on the morning train, I was sure he would come 
Christmas morning. We loaded the buggy, 
harness and saddle into the sled and went home. 
Early next morning, papa, mamma, uncle and 
myself drove up town and sure enough there was 
"Bunny" standing on the depot platform. I 
felt so sorry for him as the morning was very 
cold. We soon had him in Uncle's sled and 
started for home. As soon as I got home, I took 
him in the house and gave him a little water 
and some sugar and cookies and made a nice 
warm place for him in the barn. So after all I 
had the happiest Christmas in my life. 



The first time I hitched him to the buggy, he 
did not know just what it meant, but papa led 
him around a little and he became very quiet 
at once. I can now drive him anywhere as he 
is not afraid of anything. If we meet an auto, 
he don't seem to notice it. I go horseback 
after the cows and use him on the cultivator, 
cultivating mamma's garden. He is so careful 
not to step on any plants. He is everybody's 
pet as he is the only real Shetland pony here. 
I shall never sell him as long as he lives. 

Thanking you from the bottom of my heart 
for sending me "Bunny" and the outfit and also 
for your fair treatment and thanking everybody 
who so willingly subscribed for the paper and 
assisted in making me the happiest boy that 
ever lived, I remain, yours for success, J no. M. 
Borsvold. 



Dear Friends: 

"Nemo" is the name 
of my darling little pony 
which the Webb Pub- 
lishing Company gave 
me. I could not tell 
you how happy I was 
when Pa brought a 
letter from the mail 
box saying in it that I 
had won "Nemo" and 
his dandy outfit. I was 
sick when "Nemo" was 
shipped and could not 
go to meet him, so papa 
went after him and drove 
him home in his pretty 
little buggy. 

Mamma and my lit- 
tle brother and I go out 
riding quite often with 
"Nemo." Mamma 
thinks that "Nemo" is 




Earl and Little "Nemo" 



just it. I could have 
sold him several times 
but I could never part 
with him, he is too cute. 
"Nemo" has a barn of 
his own. He is never 
tied up and he can go 
out and eat grass when- 
ever he wants to and 
sometimes he goes in 
papa's oats and helps 
himself. But "Nemo" 
is so cute that papa 
can't say anything. 

I can't thank the 
Webb Publishing Com- 
pany enough for giving 
me such a pretty little 
pony and outfit. As a 
close to my story I can- 
not say too much to 
praise the honesty and 
fair dealing of the Webb 
Publishing Company. 
Yours truly, 

Earl Kammerer, 
Ramsey Co., Minn. 




'Billy" and Outfit Won by Haze! McMartin, Kingsbury County, S. D. 

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What "Snap" Means to Me 

By Jennie Nadeau, Ionia Co., Michigan 



I have the dearest little brown and white 
Shetland pony which the Webb Publishing 
Company sent me free all the way from St. Paul, 
Minn., away out here to Ionia Co., Mich. He is 
the cutest little pony I ever saw and everyone 
says so that sees him. He is just as kind and 



One day I received a letter saying I had won 
"Snap" and it made me very happy. Then I 
received a letter telling me they had sent "Snap" 
by express and would be here on a certain day. 
I could hardly wait but one evening we got a 
telephone call from Belding saying my pony had 




Off for a Spin Down the Road— "'Snap' Just Makes His Little Feet Fly' 



gentle as he can be and is just as handsome as 
you find them. He just makes his little feet and 
legs fly when going down the road hitched to his 
little buggy and surely does make the dust fly. 
He is also a fine saddler. I have enjoyed many 
a ride this summer and as my health is poor he is 
just the nicest kind of out door playmate and I 
enjoy his company very much. I can harness 
and hitch him up alone. I take my little friends 
all for a ride. 

And now I'll tell you how I won "Snap." 
I wrote to the Webb Publishing Company 
to see what I would have to do to win a pony. 
They wrote back to 
me and told me they 
wished me to get sub- 
scribers for The Farm- 
er's Wife. I com- 
menced work close at 
home with my dog 
"Trim" for which I 
have a harness and 
wagon (he has drawn 
one around for several 
years). I did so well 
getting subscriptions 
that my grandparents 
began helping me; al- 
though they were very 
busy they would hitch 
up and drive a long 
distance with me and 
so we worked until at 
last the time expired 
and then I was anxious 
to know whether I had 
won a pony or not. 




"Snap" and His 

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come. I was so delighted I jumped right up and 
down and all I could say was, "My pony has 
come, my pony has come." 

We went right over to Belding in an automo- 
bile and brought Mr. Pony back in the automo- 
bile from there. When "Snap" arrived he was a 
little hungry and tired but was alright next day, 
so I put his saddle and bridle on him and en- 
joyed a ride. 

No amount of money could buy "Snap." I 
feed him, curry him and give him his baths, (he 
loves to have a bath). 

I know I could not get along without him now. 

He is so much com- 
pany for me as I live 
with my grandpa and 
grandma and there are 
no children for me to 
play with. Two of 
my sisters and a cousin 
were here to visit me 
this summer and we 
had many good times 
with "Snap." My 
grandpa made a stone 
boat for me and I drew 
up corn and potatoes 
and cabbage with him. 
He is a stout little fel- 
low and feels very 
proud when he is work- 
ing. I intended driv- 
ing "Snap" in the par- 
ade at the Labor Day 
picnic this fall but had 
to give it upon account 
of my sickness. I hope 
New Friends (Continued on page 100.) 



My Pony " Lee" 



By Mabel Myers, Minnehaha Co., South Dakota 



My pony's name is "Lee" and he is 40 inches 
high and coal black. He had long hair when we 
got him, but we had him clipped and he looks 
real pretty now. 

He likes to have me rub him and play with 



and we put Rixey on "Lee's" back and he rides 
all over. 

"Lee" is useful to us all. Three times a week 
I go to town with him and get the ice. I have a 
little wagon I tie behind the buggy to carry the 




"I Go to Town for Ice Three Times a Week" 



him, and when I say "Come, Lee" he runs to 
me and rubs his nose on me for me to pet him. 

In the morning when my papa feeds the horses 
and "Lee" hears him he will whinny and stamp 
his feet until papa feeds him. After he eats his 
breakfast he comes to the door, and if we don't 
see him he will whinny and when we open the 
door he will come in the house and eat sugar and 
drink milk. 

I have a little dog named Rixey, and he and 
"Lee" are great friends. They play together 



ice in, and I also get the groceries for mamma and 
my brother and I go after the cows every night. 
"Lee" likes to play, but he gets tired, and when 
he does he lets us know about it. After we ride 
him about long enough he will begin to buck and 
roll us off on the ground, but he never hurts us, 
and sometimes instead of bucking when we start 
him up he turns and tries to go in the barn. 

"Lee" is a sweet playful and useful little fellow 
and I feel so thankful to know I am his mistress. 
I wouldn't part with him at any price and I 
thank the Farmer Pony Club with all my heart 
for giving him to me. 




"CUSTER" 

Given to Lee Mohr, Marshall Co., Iowa. Lee has 

fine times driving "Custer" in his little 

home made Brake Cart, 



"CUTE"— -Given to Leota Bray, Lawrence Co., S. D, 

(See Story on page 57) 



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"Heinie 



99 



By Clarence Memoeller, 

"Heinie" is a beautiful black pony and very 
smart. He is 42 inches high and weighs about 
300 pounds. He loves me very much and is the 
best chum that I ever had. He is very fond of 
eating sugar and he can do so many cute things 
for he learns so very easy. He will run around 
in a circle and will 
stand with his front 
feet on a box. In 
the morning when 
he awakes, he al- 
ways nickers for 
me. I enjoy riding 
him through the 
country for he is 
so willing. 

I have a fox ter- 
rier dog, and he 
and "Heinie" are 
great friends. The 
dog runs around 
with him and they 
enjoy themselves 
very much. 

I would not take 
$ 1 ,000.00 for 
"Heinie" for I 
have more pleasure 
out of my pony and 
saddle than I would 
have out of so much money. My dog and 
I would be lonesome without "Heinie." I know 
he would cry if taken away. Papa and 



"'Heinie' Can Do 



Bartholomew Co., Indiana 

mamma and all the neighbors love "Heinie" 
also and I say so many good things about the 
Webb Publishing Company for they are sure 
friends to boys and girls who will work for a 
pony. If you get a pony from them you will 
be the happiest boy or girl in the world. 

" Heinie " can 
run very fast and 
whenever I get on 
him, he goes so fast 
that I can hardly 
keep on him. He 
threw me once but 
that was not his 
fault for I did not 
stop him quick 
enough. He is 
very gentle and 
he will not kick or 
bite, and is not 
afraid of automo- 
biles or motor- 
cycles. 

Now, don't hesi- 
tate to join the 
Pony Club and 
don't let people dis- 
courage you, but 
put all of your con- 

Many Cute Things" l^-V* the ™ ehb 

Publishing Com- 
pany for they will do all they say. I just cannot 
tell you how much I love them for what they did 
for my brothers and sisters and me. 





*' 'Laddie' Takes Us to the Cemetery With Flowers for Brother Willie's Grave.' 

"Laddie" was given to R.E. Notten, Chickasaw Co., la. 



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About "Scrappy" 

By Mabel Gravley, Lyon Co., Minn. 



I am now going to write you my story, how 
it happened that I entered your Pony Club. 
Some years ago I answered your ad in some 
farm paper that you were going to give away 
a pony, but did not enter the Club at that time 
because everybody said it was no use of trying 




"I have the Cutest Pony of the whole Club" 

for I would not stand one speck of a show of 
winning. But I have been watching your pony 
publication ever since and have been teasing 
my folks to enter until they finally gave in and 
let me enter. I do not think they ever thought 
of my winning when I first entered, but when 
they saw what luck I was having on the start, 
they began to get interested, too, so they began 
to encourage me the best they could. My 
brother Oscar was out several days and sister 
Hannah was out with me most of the time and 
believe me, Mr. Editor, neither I nor my folks are 
sorry now for what we have done and if I should 
bring out in addition feelings within my heart, 
I certainly would kiss you for all you have done 
for me for I certainly have the cutest little 
pony of the whole Club and he is the pet of the 
whole family. Yes, of the whole neighborhood, 
too, for that matter, for children for miles 
around have come here to admire "Scrappy" 
and so smart is he that I think he understands 
every word I say to him and he will come to 
me whenever I call him. 

He is very fond of apples, sugar, watermelon 
and many other things and just loves to drink 
milk, too. One real hot day this summer we 
set the table under some trees near the house 
and when we all were seated at the table up 
came "Scrappy" and wanted a place at the 
table, too, just as if he were one of the family. 
Of course, I gave him a lump of sugar and then 
had to turn him away, but I am sure his feelings 
were hurt for he went away from the table and 
went west of the grove and stayed away all 
afternoon as if he were going to show us that if 
he were not welcome to associate with us he 



would not bother us any more but I think he 
has_ forgotten it all by now, for he is himself 
again. 

We were threshing our wheat the other day 
and Iwas a little afraid that "Scrappy" would 
get frightened and run into something and hurt 
himself but when the big steam engine came he 
was not any more afraid of that than of one of 
his_ best chums and when the engine blew its 
whistle, he just pricked up his ears and looked 
at it as cool and quiet as the man that was run- 
ning it. _ He is a courageous little thing and 
not afraid of anything, and he is very playful. 
He plays with the colts and seems to be very 
much delighted in playing with the calves in 
the yard, too. 

We went to visit a neighbor the other day 
and of course the rest of the family went in an 
auto, but you can bet that I did not go with 
them in that kind of a rig. I just got my pony 
and saddle and bridle and I think I attracted 
more attention with my rig than they did with 
theirs. 

Well, I must now close my story, but before 
I close I will say to all boys and girls that they 
can't imagine what fun and pleasure they can 
have with a pony before they get one. I wish 
all boys and girls that have won a pony and all 
those that will win hereafter, all joy and happi- 
ness that life can possibly bring and especially 
you, Editor, for your good work in making boys 
and girls happy by giving them Shetland Ponies. 
And then one thing more: I wish to say to 
those that were in the Pony Club with me and 




"Praising my Pony all day long" 

all other Pony winners that I would like to 
exchange pictures and postal cards with all of 
you. It seems to me as if we all belonged to 
the same family. 

So this is my story and this is my song, 
Praising my pony all the day long. 



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Winter Sport with " Mayflower" 



My Own Pony "Mayflower 

By William A. Barnes, Westchester, Co., New York 



99 



My little sister Agnes and I were reading a 
farm paper one evening last winter, and we 
saw down in one corner, "A pony given away 
by the Webb Publishing Co. just by working 
for The Farmer's Wife Pony Club." 

To me that seemed an easy way to get a 
pony. But when I asked papa and mamma 
they said they did not think I would win a 
prize, that it would mean lots of work and they 
tried to discourage me, but they let me try. 

I tell you the names of my friends came like 
snow-flakes to my mind and I wrote and asked 
them to take "The Farmer's Wife," telling 
them of the value of the paper to them and the 
wonderful prize to me. Just a few laughed and 
said I would get no pony after my hard work. 

I joined the Pony Club and every time I 
would send in a list of names they would write 
me such a nice letter. That encouraged me a 
great deal and I could imagine the pony here 
and all mine long before she came. 

In the middle of June, I went to the station 
with our man, to mail something. The post- 
master said, "Master William, here is a parcel 
just for you." Why, there was my saddle and 
bridle. No one knows how delighted I was, 
for if that had come, then I knew my pony 
must be on her way. Sure enough my mamma 
got a letter saying that we might expect "May- 
flower" on the third of July. I tell you I was glad 



my order for fire-works had gone in, for I could 
hardly keep my mind on the "Good Old Fourth." 

I cannot tell you how delighted I was when 
I got a telephone call from the express man 
that my pony was really there. My little sister 
and I hustled off for the station, each with 
lumps of sugar in our pockets. We talked to big 
brother about the pony, all the way, so that 
the way would seem short. How delighted I was 
when I saw "Mayflower" — the pony all my own! 

We children were not the only happy ones, 
but the whole family and neighbors gave us a 
happy welcome — in fact the flags came out the 
day before the Fourth. 

On the way home, what do you think, a man 
wanted to buy her, but "Mayflower" was not 
for sale. Before we reached home we were 
quite well acquainted. 

I tell you she was glad to get out of the crate 
for she had come all the way from St. Paul. 
I had a box-stall ready for her, but the lawn 
and all the children took her eye. 

She has a beautiful chestnut colored head 
with a white star on her forehead, chestnut 
hip, white back and flank, and a handsome 
chestnut mane and tail. I cannot tell you how 
fine she is. Last summer she took first prize 
at the county fair and I was very proud of her. 

I cannot thank the Webb Pub. Co. enough 
for sending me such a wonderful prize. 




Bringing Up the Cows 

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My Little Comrade "Andy" 

By Alfred H. Brown, Teton Co., Montana 



Last Fall I saw a notice in the paper saying 
that they were going to give away more Shetland 
ponies with their outfits, and I made up my 
mind I was going to win one, so I started to 
work. I thought it was very discouraging as I 
lived near a very small town and I was afraid 
that I would not have a chance, but I found 




Off For a Buggie Bide 

that I was mistaken and had as good a chance 
as any other boy or girl. Some of the people 
that I asked told me that I was wasting my time 
and I would not get anything as those kind of 
offers were all fakes, but I knew that the Webb 
Publishing Company would surely give me a 
pony if I got more votes than anyone else, so I 
kept at it. On Christmas morning when my 
papa and I went up to the depot there on the 
platform was a little spotted pony in a crate 
with lots of people crowding around it and then 
I knew I had won "Andy," and how happy I 
was. After we took him out of the crate we 
led him through town and all the little boys 
wanted to ride him. We took him into all the 
stores so that everybody could see him. 

For a while after he came there was so much 
snow on the ground and we could not use the 
buggy so we hitched him up to a little sled and 
I used to haul hay to help papa feed the cattle. 
But now that the snow is off of the ground, I 
can use my buggy and ride him horseback. I 
do not ride him to school because the school is 
right across the road, but the minute school is 
out, I go and get "Andy" and we play together 
until dark, for he is the greatest playfellow I or 
any other boy ever had. I take him in the house 
and give him sugar and if I am eating an apple 
he tries to take it away from me. No matter 



where he is, when he hears me call he Comes 
running up to me and he is as good a chum as 
another boy would be. 

The way I make money with my pony, my 
papa pays me to drive the cows to and from the 
pasture, and "Andy" seems to like to chase the 
cows as well as I do. 

Lots of people have wanted to buy my pony 
but I would not sell him for any money. My 
papa and mamma are just as proud and happy 
over my pony as I am, and it keeps me outside 
in the fresh air all the time, and I have not had 
a cold since I got my pony. There's no place 
to live like a ranch, especially if one has a nice 
Shetland pony for company. I am teaching 
"Andy" tricks and he will shake hands with me 
and he will stand on a box to reach sugar and 
when I am riding him, he will put his front feet 
up on a box and stand so straight that I nearly 
slip off. 

I think every little boy and girl should have 
a Shetland pony because it teaches them to 
handle horses and gives them lots of outdoor 
exercise and teaches them to be kind and gentle 
to animals and if they are an only child like I 
am, it gives them a playfellow and a companion. 
Taking care of it gives them something useful 
to do and keeps them out of mischief. I don't 
know of a nicer way to get one than to get 
subscribers for the Webb Publishing Company 




"I am Teaching Andy Tricks" 

for most of the subscribers that I got say 
the paper is the best farm paper published. 
I am glad the Webb Publishing Company 
gave me a chance to win such a nice pony 
and outfit without one cent of cost to me and I 
will always thank them and do what I can for 
them. 



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Charlotte and Her Two Pets 



My Dear "Ranger" 

By Charlotte J. Adams, Worcester Co., Mass. 



My pony, "Shadyside Ranger" arrived July 
29th. It was a rainy day but mamma hitched 
her driving horse to the farm wagon and drove 
to the depot and as she came down the street 
every one was saying, "Oh see, the dear little 
pony going down to Towers Farm." They all 
knew where he was going because so many know 
mamma and then the wagon was Mr. Towers'. 
Well, to say I was pleased is putting it small. 
I just hugged and kissed the darling. He was 
so tired that when he got out off the crate he 
walked for a long time around in the big box 
stall. 



Well, my pony is about 
three years old and 
he weighs around 300 
pounds. He is chestnut 
and white and nice and 
gentle. Lots of people 
have come down from the 
city to see him and every- 
one is delighted with him. 
"Ranger" comes into the 
house and eats off the 
table and makes himself 
at home as much in the 
house as he does in the 
barn. 



w .& rasas* 

•flL 




Off for a Ride 

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"Ranger" is a foxy little fellow, for the door 
to his box is held shut with a wooden button 
and we put a nail over the button so he wouldn't 
get out in the night, but he has learned to reach 
out and pull the nail and turn the button and 
walk out, so we have put in a different fasten- 
ing and he will turn the button around but 
can't understand why the door won't open for 
him. Now, if anyone has a brighter pony than 
"Ranger," I would like to hear from them and 
papa has taught him to kiss, shake hands and 
is now teaching him to stand on a box — and 

he learned all this in less 
than two months. "Rang- 
er" has the run of the 
farm and he always makes 
for the clover piece and 
then out to the orchard 
for apples. 

I send my love to the 
children who have been as 
lucky as I and will ask 
them all to be as kind to 
their darling ponies as I 
am to mine. 

I am a very happy little 
girl, just six years old 
when I won "Shadyside 
Ranger." 




"Trump" and Elder Entertaining Their Friends 



"Trump 



9> 



By Elder Gertner, Cottonwood Co., Minn. 



When I got a letter that I was one of the 
lucky pony winners I felt so good that I could 
hardly sleep for a few nights, as I wanted to 
see "Trump," but I had to wait until he came. 
One day the agent called up and said that 
there was a pony for me. I did not know what 
to do for joy, so I ran for the field where papa 
was working, as tight as I could. I ran myself 
all out of breath and told papa to go to town 
and get my pony. So, he came right home and 
we went to town. When we got there the 
depot was closed and I got so impatient. I 
didn't know what to do 
until the agent came 
and opened the door. I 
was overjoyed to see my 
pony. We put him in the 
wagon and I stood aside of 
him and petted him, until 
we got home. When we 
took him out of the crate I 
wanted to ride him that 
night, but papa said I 




Three in a Row 

—23— 



should feed him and let him rest as he was 
tired and hungry. 

The next morning I got up early to see what 
"Trump" was doing. He was there all right. 
In a day or two, I let him out in the yard with- 
out his halter on and now he runs loose in the 
yard all the time. 

He is a regular pet and he looks very slick 
and fat now. I can catch him any place, but, 
when he got to feel better and I was not used 
to riding much, I would fall off. But, now I 
can ride him fine. One 
Sunday my cousins were 
here and they each have a 
pony. You should have 
seen the fun we had, run- 
ning races. I can lead 
"Trump" up the porch 
steps and into the house, 
wherever I want to and I 
would not part with him 
for anything- 



My Special Pony "Ad 

By Aurelia I. Leigh, Norfolk Co., Virginia 



M 



I want to tell every little boy and girl about 
"Ad", the darling "Special Pony" The Farmer's 
Wife Pony Club gave me. We have many good 




Aurelia, "Ad", Papa and "Daddy Boy" 

times together and I love to see him romp and 
play. I do wish you could be here today and 
see dear little "Ad" try to follow my mamma 
and papa off with "Daddy Boy," my papa's horse. 
"Dad" loves "Ad." I did not think "Dad" 
would make up with "Ad" as he is a very mean 
horse around children. He don't like children 
at all and since "Ad" came to our home, I think 
"Dad" has begun to like me and I want to tell 
you that no one could buy him from me for he 
is my dearest friend. I have no sisters or broth- 
ers and you know I am having a big time with 
"Ad." 

I have been offered $200.00 for him but that 
will not buy him for he is a dear little pony. 
You can see by his pictures how sweet he is. 
He looks rough but after he sheds off his long 
hair I will get a better picture. I had so many 
try to discourage me but they can all see what 
the Pony Editor and the Webb Publishing Com- 
pany is and they are the fairest people, my 
mamma and papa said, that they ever had any 
dealing with. 

You all will never imagine how proud I am of 
"Ad." My pictures were taken in our back 
yard and I was only on dear little "Ad's" back 
long enough for my mamma to snap the picture. 
I am not going to ride him much now because 
he is rather young yet. I think he can pull a 
little cart better than he can ride me on his back 
so Grandpa is going to make me a little sulky 
for this winter, a light one. 



I take him every day to my grandma's to eat 
grass. I wish you could see him eat. He loves 
oats. My mamma and I have lots of fun with 
"Ad." When she hangs her clothes out he goes 
up to the clothes basket and runs off with a 
piece of the clothes in his mouth. (And, my 
dear Pony Editor, if you ever do come to Nor- 
folk, please don't forget you promised me in 
your letter if you would come to Norfolk that 
you would look me up. Please don't forget.) 

Well I guess I must close as I know some 
more anxious children are writing the Pony 
Editor and want their letters read too, and pub- 
lished in "Lucky Pony Winners" and if I write 
such a long letter I will not give him a chance 
to read the other children's letters and I do not 
want to be selfish as I know they love their 
ponies as well as I love mine and I would love 
to write to all the children that have ponies and 
tell them how nice the Webb Publishing Com- 
pany was to a little girl in Norfolk, Va. And 
I will be glad to write to any that care to write 
to me, for the Pony Editor is the dearest one 
on earth to make me so happy. 

Love to all the Webb Publishing Company 
and may they have a successful year in 1915, 




•'How Proud I Am" 

and may the boys and girls work next year and 
win a prize like mine. Your little friends, 
Aurelia and "Ad" 



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Playing Stage Coach Bobber 

Baby "Bullet" 

By Billy Siskin, Lawrence Co., S. Dakota 



I sure was a happy boy when I got your let- 
ter telling me that I had won a pony. I could 
hardly wait for the day to come when "Bullet" 
was to arrive. I used to go to the depot every 
day of the week and when he finally came I was 
so glad that I did not know what to do. 

I took him out of his crate and he was so 
glad to get out and right there I made a new 
friend and today he is the best friend and play- 
mate I have in the world. 

My papa built a nice barn for him upon the 
hill back of our house and after he was there 
a few days he knew his place and it was not 
necessary for me to lead him in; I just turn him 
loose and he makes right for his place and he 
finds his oats there and he sure likes it. 
When I wake up in the morning and call him by 
his name which is "Bullet" he looks at me as 
much as to say "Aren't 
you going to give me my 
breakfast" and he will 
stand there 'till I give him 
his oats. 

He is sure smart; we 
can teach him almost any- 
thing. He shakes hands 
with me, comes in the 
kitchen and we give him 
sugar and then he goes over 
to the sink and gets his oats. 
Then I take him out and 
saddle him and when we 
go to town he rides in the 
stores with me and every- 
body here thinks he is the 
"cutest" little pony they 
ever saw. They all ask me 
where I got him and I tell 
them that The Farmer 
made me a present of him 
for getting subscribers and Shaking Hands 




a good many of the kids said that they 
wished they could get one, so I gave them your 
name and address and told them to write to 
you and that you would tell them how to get 
one. 

After I had "Bullet" for a while I wanted to 

know how I could make some money with him 

so I went to our local News Agent and asked 

him if I could not sell papers and he told me I 

could. So the first day I took out ten Denver 

Posts and he gave me a nice bag to put them in 

with a strap that fits over my shoulder and I 

did not have any trouble selling my first ten 

papers. "Bullet" really sold the papers for 

me because he is so cute that people would stop 

and look at him and ask questions about him 

and then I would ask them if they would not 

like to buy a paper and I would sell one to pretty 

near everybody that 

stopped and looked at 

"Bullet." I would also let 

the children in town ride 

him around the block and 

charge them a nickle a ride 

and that way I make my 

expenses of buying his oats 

and also paid back my 

Father the money he spent 

on building his little barn. 

Last month I made 

eight dollars by selling 

papers and giving children 

a ride and running errands 

for our neighbors. 

I would not sell "Bullet" 
for any price as he is the 
best and dearest friend I 
have in the world, and if 
any boy is lucky enough 
to win a pony I think he 
is the happiest in the 
United States. 



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My Darling "Pert" 

By Georgia Spencer, Warren Co., Pennsylvania 



One day as I was looking through a farm 
paper I saw some pictures of little ponies The 
Farmer's Wife was giving away to boys and 
girls. I wanted to get a pony but everyone said 
that I would not get one. The more I saw of 




"Runs the Washing Machine" 

the ponies the more I wanted one and at last 
mamma and papa said that I could try and see 
if I could get a pony but when I would go out to 
get subscribers they would say, "There is no 
use of working for a pony. They will not send 
a pony clear out here to Pennsylvania and if 
they did it would be nothing but a rocking 
horse." But when I got a letter from them say- 
ing that I had won "Pert," I was full of joy. 
When papa fetched "Pert" from Warren my little 
brother and sister saw them coming down the 
road. I did not see them until they drove in. 




They said the pony looked just like a barrel 
with his blanket on. We love him and he loves 
us, too, and I thank all my friends for it was 
you that helped me get him. 

I want to tell you some of the cute things 
"Pert" will do. He is as gentle as a kitten and is 
the prettiest pony that I ever saw. We got 
"Pert" last February and he has gained nearly 
65 pounds since we got him. He is as fat and 
nice as he can be. "Pert" likes most of every- 
thing that we give him. 

Papa made him a little work harness and he 
helps us do lots of little things. He draws veg- 
etables from the garden and apples from the 
orchard. We have a little cart with a box on it 
and we draw potatoes from the field. He also 
helps us run our washing machine and you can 
see in one of the pictures how "Pert" is running 




Teaching little Brother to Ride 



A Very Young Horseshoer 

the machine by walking up and down on a tread- 
mill arrangement. Did you ever hear of such 
a smart pony? 

I don't know what I would do without "Pert". 
He is so pretty and gentle. I have seen lots and 
lots of ponies' pictures but none of them are as 
pretty as "Pert" and I thank The Farmer's 
Wife and all who helped me get a pony. 

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All About "Chick" 

By Susan Stampka, Stutsman Co., North Dakota 



I will write and tell you how glad I was when 
I won "Chick." The first day I went to town 
to meet "Chick" he wasn't there, also the 
second time, but the third day my uncle went 
to town and "Chick" was waiting at the depot 
for someone to take him and great crowds of 



and games. He can play hide-and-go-seek, 
shake hands, stand with his front feet on a 
chair and comes running when you call him, for 
he surely expects something good to eat. He 
eats bread, sugar, vegetables, candy and es- 
pecially apples. 




"Chick" Entertains Me and All My Friends" 



children and grown-up people were standing 
around him. Then "Chick" had to ride fifteen 
miles yet. When he came it was dark already 
and uncle called us to come out doors. My! 
how glad we all were, for we knew "Chick" 
had come. He looked so tired but his eyes were 
very bright. He looked as if he was glad he 
had come to his new home at last. 

We took him out of the crate and put him in 
the barn. He was all tired out from his long 
journey. I could not sleep that night and wait 
till morning would come, so got up early the 
next morning and of course the first thing I 
did was to go and see my dear little pony. As 
soon as the neighbors heard that "Chick" had 
arrived, they were so surprised that the first 
thing they could do was to come and see him. 
Some said, "Although we bought a subscription 
from you we never thought you would get a 
pony." For about two weeks people^ were 
continually coming and going, all compliment- 
ing and praising "Chick." 

We have lots of fun with "Chick." We make 
parades and play circus, in which "Chick" is 
always the actor. He knows all sorts of tricks 



One day he climbed up the steps and got on 
the porch, pushed the screen door and came in 
but the door into the kitchen was shut so he 
rapped on the door with his foot. He wanted 
to come in and we all watched him to see what 
he would do. Finally he turned the knob and 
came in. We all had to laugh at him being so 
smart and now he comes in the house every day 
for something to eat. 

My sister and I ride "Chick" to school and 
when we get there we make him go home and 
in the evening mother sends him to school 
after us. The neighbors are surprised to see 
him trot to school to get us home. When he 
comes to school he stands by the door and 
waits for us. He made this trip three times 
already and so we hope he will keep it up. All 
the children are glad to see him come and they 
all share their lunch with him. 

If any girl or boy wishes to get a pony, I 
advise them to enter the Pony Club for they 
surely will be rewarded for little work. I can 
never thank the Webb Publishing Company 
enough for sending "Chick" to me. 



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Fun with "Clipper" 

By Adelaide J. Stever, Bristol, Co., Massachusetts 



I have wanted to write long before this to 
tell you all about my good times with "Clipper," 
and send you some pictures, but it was hard to 
get good pictures because "Clipper" seemed 
bashful and always turned the wrong way just 
in time to spoil them. 

Just about a year ago I won "Clipper," and 
he travelled all the way from Minnesota to 




Playing Soldier 

Massachusetts in a little crate. One of our 
neighbors brought him out here in his express 
wagon, and I just guess I was tickled to see 
him and know that he was a really truly Shet- 
land pony that I could ride and drive. We got 
him out of his crate just as soon as we could, 
and fed and watered him and gave him a chance 
to lie down and rest. He was tired for two or 
three days, but after that the little saddle and 
bridle came and our fun began. 

"Clipper" never gets real frightened at any- 
thing. If he sees anything strange, all I have 
to do is to let him go up to it, sniff at it and 
look it all over and after that he is never afraid 
of it again. He isn't a bit afraid of automobiles. 
He quite often has one in the barn right side of 
his stall, and we have to tie him up so he can't 
reach out, for he seems to think the shiny mud- 
guards are good to eat. If the motor is running 
he will walk right up to it and not even bother 
to look at it. 

I can't begin to tell you what fun he is, and 
how much I love him. He is more than worth 
the work it took to win him and I never would 
have got such a nice little pony for my own if it 
had not been for the Webb Publishing Company. 



When I first got "Clipper," I couldn't ride 
him very well and one night it was cold and he 
was in a hurry to get home to his supper. He 
started to gallop and I fell off. It didn't hurt 
but it scared me and I started to cry. "Clipper" 
had got quite a way down the road towards 
home, but when he heard me he stopped and 
listened and then turned around and trotted 
back. He came right up to me and stuck his 
little warm nose in my hand and kept putting 
up his front foot to shake hands with me, same 
as we taught him. He was trying so hard to 
tell me how sorry he was that I fell off, that it 
made me stop crying and begin to laugh. I 
got on and rode him home and he was as careful 
as could be all the rest of the way. 

There is a little boy near here that I play 
with and we have lots of fun with "Clipper." 
Some times we play parade and I always carry 
the big flag and lead. When the drummer gets 
tired, why "Clipper" carries us both home and 
doesn't seem to mind the load a bit. 

I had a little Western saddle and a cowgirl 
suit for a birthday present and now we play 
Wild West a lot out in the big field. I lasso 
Russel or hold him up with my gun. "Clipper" 
seems to enjoy it as much as we do. 

He is a splendid saddle pony. Daddy trained 
him to guide by the neck to single-foot, trot 
and canter, just like the big trained saddle 




"I Can Keep Up With Mama and Papa" 

horses, so now he is awfully easy to ride. I 
can guide him with the reins in one hand and 
he learned it all so easy that Daddy said there 
was no work at all in training him. 

Sometimes, when my father and mother go 
on the big horses I go with them and "Clipper" 



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keeps up with them as easy as anything. I 
don't have to stay home and watch them go off 
now that I've got my little pony. 

My little cousin visited me this summer and 
she loved "Clipper" as much as I do. We had 
our best fun cleaning him, brushing his mane 
and tail and riding him. 
He seemed to like having 
us work over him and 
make his black coat shine. 

"Clipper" is no work at 
all to care for. He has a 
nice field he stays in and 
I give him a little grain 
night and morning. He 
eats grass and is fat as can 
be and full of life. In 
winter he has such a thick 
fuzzy coat, it's just like 
sheep's wool, and we don't 
have to bother even to 
blanket him. He stays 
out just the same in winter 
only we bring him in nights 




and he always knows when it is time to come 
in and waits at the gate for us to come for him. 
He is such fun and such a nice pet that I 
don't see why all the boys and girls don't work 
and get subscriptions and get one like him. I 
can't thank The Farmer's Wife enough for mak- 
ing it possible for me to 
have such a dear little 
pony. If my letter is 
printed, I hope all my 
friends who subscribed to 
help me will read it, and 
know that I won a pony 
and that I thank them all 
over and over, for giving 
me their subscriptions. 
They will all know, then, 
that the Webb Publishing 
Company did everything 
they said they would and 
that they really and truly 
do give away real live 
Shetland ponies and their 
outfits. 



ABOUT "LADY" 

By Marion Jones, Franklin County, 

Tennessee 

I am sending a picture of my pony "Lady" 
and I know you will agree with me that she is a 
dandy. 

We have lots of fun together and I ride her to 
Sunday School every Sunday. She is three years 
old and thirty-six inches tall and weighs about 
two hundred and seventy-five pounds, so you 




see she is just the pony for a little boy six years 
old. 

We went to a circus one time to see the ponies 
and they were pretty and smart too, but all 
were larger than "Lady." 

Ella Fullam sent me a picture of her pony 
"Zip" and I think he is a fine pony. 

The Farmer's Wife has made lots of boys and 
girls happy and we will always be ready to do 
all we can for them. 



"JOKER" 

By Geo. and Flora Hansen, Lyon County 

Minnesota 

I have been a long time in sending the pic- 
tures, but I had to get better ones. 

I am not going to write a long story, but will 
tell you what he is. "Joker" is a bay pony, 
with a big white spot on one side and three or 
four others, and is very smart. My < dog _ is 
with him all the time. My sisters drive him 




every day for a little while. In the winter time 
he gets to feeling good and wants to go^ fast. 
He is three years old and is forty-three inches 
high. He can trot very fast when he wants to. 
My mother says that we should never sell 
him, but she needn't worry for I never will. 
In one of the pictures you can see one of the 
many tricks "Joker" can do. 



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"I Would Not Trade 'Flo' For the Best Auto' 

Doesn't Seem Possible 

By Lloyd Thomas, Allen Co., Ohio 



I want to tell everybody about my pony 
which I won in a Webb Publishing Company 
contest. I am crippled and it was hard for me 
to get around. My mamma saw the Webb 
Publishing Company advertising a pony outfit 
and thought it would be nice for me. I did not 
think it was any use for me to try, but she 
urged me and so I won a beautiful pony which I 
call "Flo." Everybody says she is the nicest 
pony they ever saw. I have more fun with her 
than anything I ever had, I have had so many 
people who^ wanted to buy her, but I would not 
take anything for her. I would not trade her 
for the best auto I ever saw. I expect to keep 



her as long as I live. It don't take much to 
keep her and she is always as fat as she can be. 
She eats everyt hing that I feed her. 

When I open the gate and let "Flo" in from 
the pasture to get a drink, she follows me every- 
where I go till I feed her oats or corn. 

I can't thank the Webb Publishing Company 
enough for her and I can say that I have found 
them honest and right in every way. When I 
think about it and tell people about it, it don't 
seem possible that I won her in a Pony Club 
contest. 





Lloyd Thomas and "Flo" 



"DOT" 

Given to Gladys M. Cowley, Merrimack County, 

New Hampshire 

Gladys is only four years old but she is very proud 
of "Dot" and the pretty Pony Outfit which she 
won from The Farmer's Wife Pony Club. 



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My Darling "Romeo" 

By Onalee Aney, Bon Homme Co., S. Dak. 

I must write and tell what I think of my can and runs into the orchard after the sweet 

little Shetland Pony "Romeo." apples. If there aren't any on the ground he 

I don't believe I was ever more pleased with gets under the limbs and rubs till he gets some 

anything I ever got as I was when I went to to fall off and then he eats them as fast as he 

the depot and got "Romeo." There were lots can pick them up. 
of my friends who 



tried to make me be- 
lieve I wouldn't get a 
pony. I took "Ro- 
meo" up town to have 
his measure taken for 
a harness. He walked 
up five steps into the 
harness shop like he 
had always been in 
the habit of going 
there. 

I have had "Ro- 
meo" into our house 
lots of times and now 
he is like one of the 
family. I ride him 
most every day. I 
ride him to take my 
music lessons as I 
live but one mile from 

town, also to see my friends. Lots of my friends 
come to see him and ride him and they think 
he is awfully cute. 

We bring him into the yard to eat grass and 
as soon as he gets loose he goes as hard as he 




"He Will Stand on a Box" 



I often ride him 
right into the yard 
and on around the 
house and when he 
comes to the steps 
where my sister is 
sitting he always goes 
up to her and begs 
for sugar. 

I would not set any 
price on my pony. 
Every time he hears 
my sister or I talk 
or shout he whinners 
and wants something 
to eat. Every time 
any of our family 
goes inside he begs 
for something to eat. 

He will stand up 
on a box but I haven't taught him any other 
tricks. 

My papa is agent for the Ford Automobile 
and when I bring him out where it is he doesn't 
pay any attention to it. 





"CUPID" 
Given to Edna Evans, Moody Co., S. D. 



"BARNEY" 

Given to Samuel Stepp, Cavalier 

Co., N. D. 



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My Joy Pony, "White Sox" 

By Cray ton Adams, Tallapoosa Co., Alabama 



'Twas on a cold night in February when we 
were sitting around the fire-side, Father and 
Mother reading and Sister amusing herself with 
a game, that I grew tired of looking at the 
pictures in the fire and became restless. Mother 
told me to go to bed, but I objected as I was 
not sleepy. Father asked me to please find 
something to do and get quiet so he could read 
with some satisfaction. Going over to the ma- 



do. I was delighted to learn that it was 
such pleasant work as getting subscriptions for 
The Farmer's Wife and began at once. I got 
thirty-two subscriptions the first day, which 
showed me I could do the work and encouraged 
me to go ahead with it. 

Some people tried to discourage me, saying, 
"You are wasting your time for that Company 



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chine, on which a stack of papers were lying, 
I looked for a story to read. Very soon I found 
something quite interesting to a boy. It was 
the picture of a pony and cart on the back of 
The Progressive Farmer. Taking the paper 
with me, I went back to my chair to read about 
the pony, but I was quiet only a few minutes, 
for I soon learned that the Webb Publishing 
Company was giving ponies to girls and boys 
who would do a little 
work for them, and the 
thought that I might 
be one of the lucky 
ones filled me with 
such joy that Father 
was unable to read 
because of my ques- 
tions until after I had 
crawled into bed to 
think, and think, and 
think of my pony and 
then to dream of him. 

The next morning 
my letter to the Com- 
pany started on its 
journey and in a few 
days a letter came 
from them telling me 
the kind of work to 




A Watermelon Feast 

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will not give you a pony," and many other 
things to make me doubt the fairness of the 
Pony Club. But I continued to dream of my 
pony and to work to get it, believing that I 
would surely win and the Company would treat 
me right. I soon learned from boys and girls 
who had worked for ponies that I would get 
the pony if I won it as the Company was 
thoroughly reliable. This encouraged me 

to work still harder. 
About a week after 
the contest closed, a 
letter came saying I 
had won "White-Sox" 
and he would be 
shipped to me the last 
of the week. How 
happy I was! My 
dream had come true. 
In a few days, I re- 
ceived a beautiful 
bridle and saddle. 
These caused me to 
watch more anxiously 
for my pony and cart. 
I met each train and 
when I would learn 
that no pony was not 
"on board" it seemed 

that I could not wait 
(Continued on page 122., 



"BIFF" 

By Oscar M. Anderson, Minnehaha Co., S. Dak. 

One day I saw in a farm paper that the 
Webb Publishing Company was going to give 
away Shetland Ponies free. So I signed my 
name and sent the coupon that day. When I 
began to take subscriptions it was pretty hard 
work, but the more names I got, the more I 




Biff Carries Double 

could get. And I had lots of pleasant experi- 
ences. Some said. "You will not get a pony 
anyway." Others said that I would. But all 
the time I knew the Webb Publishing Company 
did just as they agreed. 

The contest ended in December and I anxi- 
ously waited for a letter until the day before 
New Years. New Years morning the depot 
agent telephoned and said my pony was there. 
I could not wait until I had eaten breakfast and 
when I came up to town I took my pony out of 
the crate. Some people said that he looked 
like a bear and some said that he was a goat. 
He had long hair just like a Newfoundland dog 
when he came. 

I have one sister and one brother. My 
brother Leonard rides "Biff" sometimes. 
"Biff" is 40 inches high and weighs 290 pounds. 
He likes sugar. "Biff" is not afraid of autos 
and he will not turn out of the road for them. 
I drive him after the cows and take lunch for 
papa. He likes to be hitched to the cart. 

One man said he would give $100.00 for 
"Biff," but I won't sell my pony for $350.00. 
I love my pony "Biff." He is as gentle as a 
kitten and very kind to us. He eats apples, 
candy and anything you give him. My brother 
Leonard rides "Biff" down to water evenings 
and mornings and "Biff" always loves to be 
petted. We drive "Biff" to school. The first 
day we drove him to school everybody came 
out to see "Biff." They said he was the small- 
est and prettiest pony they had ever seen. 

I cannot thank the Webb Publishing Company 
enough for sending me a Shetland Pony free. 



ABOUT MY PONY "HAL" 

By Joella Abrahamson, Richland Co., X. Dak. 

I am going to write and tell all the other 
boys and girls about my pony, which the Webb 
Publishing Company gave me last Christmas. 
He is all black and has a nice heavy tail and I 
have his mane cut short. He is 42 inches high 
and is three years old in the spring, and he eats 
everything I give him. He eats cabbage, raw 
potatoes, bread and cake, any kind of fruit and 
candy. 

I have taught him a few tricks. He will 
shake hands and I have a box made for him and 
he gets on this with his front feet. He will 
walk up stairs and when I talk to him he will 
answer as though he knows what I say to him. 

I have a little black dog named "Collie" and 
she leads my pony and holds him for me some- 
times and I have lots of fun with my pets. 
There are quite a few little boys and girls that 
come and play with me and my pony. We 
play pullaway and he runs around the house 
and we try to catch him. Then he lies down 
and when we get close to him he jumps up and 
runs again. We have so much fun together. 

I don't know what I would do if I should lose 
"Hal", as I think so much of him. Some- 
times I am too busy to go out and give him his 
sugar, so he comes up on the porch and raps 
at the door and he just won't go away until we 
give him something to eat. 

At first when I started to work for my pony 
the people all laughed at me and said I never 
would get a real pony and that it was a fake, 
but I kept up my courage and I don't think 
there was a happier girl than I was when I 
received a letter telling me I had won "Hal." 

Wlien I first got my pony he had such long 
hair that he looked like a bear, but when it 
got warm he shed off and looks so cute that 
everybody that sees him wants to buy him 




A Very Clever Trick 

now, but I would not sell him as I have so much 
fun with him and I love him so. I can't thank 
the Webb Publishing Company enough for him. 
They used me fine and did everything just as 
they said they would. 



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"I Found All Mamma's Geese." 



Little "Hector" 

By Verna Beerbohm, Cuming Co., Nebraska 



My pony, "Hector," is a nice little brown 
pony, weighs three hundred and fifty pounds 
and is forty-six inches high. He is just as cute 
as he can be. I went to the station every day 
and finally when he did come on April 11th I was 
not there. But my papa telephoned that the 
pony was there. We nearly turned the house 
over for joy. The first Sunday we had him 
most everybody came to see him, and they all 
thought he was so nice. 

I love little "Hector" and he loves me and 
he follows me everywhere. If I call him he 
will come falling over everything he meets, be- 
cause he thinks he will get something to eat. 

I race with my little 
brother Alfred on another 
pony but he is so slow I 
beat him every time. Oh, 
if you all could see me! 
But if other children work 
for The Farmer's Wife they 
will get a pony alright. I 
wish all little girls and 
boys could have such a 
pony as I have and have 
such a good times as I have. 
But if they all work for 
The Farmer's Wife they 
won't have to work all 
their lives, only a couple of 
months will do. I was go- 
ing to get the cows one 
day with "Hector" and I 
found all mamma's geese 
and I brought them home 
so mamma could give them 
some cheese. You can see 
the geese in one of my 
pictures. 




"Hector" and Baby are Good Friends. 

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"Hector" rides on the automobile sometimes 
and that makes him feel like he is the biggest 
horse in the country, but when he is down again 
he sees that he is only a little Shetland Pony. 
My dear little school friends wanted to ride 
my pony once and have their picture taken with 
him. See in one of the pictures how little"Hector" 
is climbing into baby Violet's cradle because he 
is getting some sugar. My little sister Violet 
loves "Hector" so if she sees him she cries that 
she wants to get on for a ride. 

I was riding into the house one day to see 
what mamma was doing but she turned me out 
because the pony was chewing on some sugar. 
He is always climbing on 
the table looking for some- 
thing to eat, but I won't 
give him anything because 
that isn't nice. 

I am only eleven years 
old now, but if I am big 
and married sometime and 
far away from home then 
my sister Violet will have 
little "Hector" to enjoy all 
alone. But days will pass 
and years and he might get 
too old and certainly he 
will die some day and then 
she will bury him under a 
stone where the sun has 
never shone. But I don't 
like to think so far ahead! 

I can't tell you how much 
I thank the Webb Publish- 
ing Co. for giving me such 
a smart little pony. I will 
always remember them as 
long as I live. I hope you 
will like the pictures. 



"Twinkle" Little Star 

By Luther B. Arnold, Jr., St. Louis Co., Minnesota 



There was no happier boy than I in Minnesota 
when I heard "Twinkle" was to be mine. I had 
worked hard and hoped I might win him, and 
everyone was so interested and wanted to help. 
Even now there are people who say they would 



doesn't like that. I am training him to follow 
without leading and when the weather is warmer 
I shall teach him some tricks. He loves to put 
his nose down in the snow and eat the grass. 
All the people who subscribed were so glad to 




It's Very Cold Way Up in Northern Minnesota 



have liked to subscribe, but as they hadn't any 
farms I couldn't take them. 

As soon as we found "Twinkle" had arrived, 
we hurried down to the depot where our man 
saddled "Twinkle" and my little sister and I 
rode him to daddy's office. He looked so fine 
in the handsome bridle and saddle and was so 
gentle. As it was very cold we had a big boy 
ride him home for us, where we put him in a nice 
warm barn. I had never ridden a pony before, 
so I fell off a few times 
at first but now I can ride 
well and do so every day 
no matter how cold it is. 

Mother hitched "Twin- 
kle" to the buggy when I 
was at school and drove 
down to get me. Quite 
the proudest moment of my 
life was when I ran down 
the steps with the other 
boys and got into my pony 
cart. "Twinkle" goes very 
fast in the cart and mother 
can hardly hold him at 
first. We hitch him to a 
toboggan also, but he 




"Twinkle," Luther and Sister 

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hear I had won and so many have told me how 
much they like the paper. Mrs. Eva, the wife 
of our Commercial Club secretary who has a 
farm four miles out of town, says she gets such 
fine cooking recipes. One man says his boy 
takes the paper to bed with him. 

When we went into the country to solicit 

subscriptions we found almost all the places 

we stopped already took The Farmer and 

had just renewed, and all said it was a fine paper. 

We got subscriptions from 

all who had not renewed. 

I think it is easy for a 

boy to get subscribers for 

a paper like The Farmer. 



I cannot thank you 
enough for the fine little 
pony. I had wanted one 
so much and know it 
was much better for me 
to work for him. Next 
summer I shall have fine 
times taking my sister 
driving in my carriage and 
then I will send you some 
better pictures. 




"Honey" Arriving in Her Little Crate 



"Honey" 

By Mabelle Thomas, Oswego Co., New York 



I want to write and tell you something about 
my dear little "Honey," she is so cunning. 

I received my wagon and harness Saturday 
night, October 17th. I could hardly wait to 
see it put together. It certainly is just lovely. 
I cannot tell you how proud I am of my prize. 
We worked real hard to get it, but I think I 
could afford to work again just as hard to get 
an outfit, if I did not have one of my own. 
Almost every one that sees it thinks it just grand. 

"Honey" is a little thin now but she will soon 
get fat. I think her long trip was enough to 
make a big horse thin, riding so far. She rode 
three days and two nights. Poor little thing, 
she was so tired and hungry. 

She loved me from the very first I know for 
she will let me do anything with her. Some- 
times when I get home 
from school when I go to 
lead her to water or give 
her some clover, she will 
shake her head no, but I 
will whisper to her, "Come 
'Honey' and I will give you 
something nice, a russet 
apple, or some oats, sugar 
or something like that;" 
then she walks along with 
me just as nice. She will 
shake hands with me. Some- 
times I will say, "Hello, 
'Honey' " and she will an- 
swer me. I have ridden her 
several times and drove her 
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My Little Dog Rides "Honey 

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to teach her many tricks as I go to school every 
day. She knows we love her dearly. She will 
put her little head on my shoulder and I will 
hug and kiss her. She loves to have me hug her. 
Sometimes I take my book down to the barn and 
sit in "Honey's" box stall and read. She will 
come and stand right beside me. 

As I have no brothers or sisters to play with 
I think I have one of just the nicest little play- 
mates that ever was. We run and play together 
and we think so much of each other. Papa and 
mama love her too. I don't know how I could 
get along without her now. 

There have been so many little girls and boys 
who wrote to me and asked if I really did get a 
pony and outfit, or if it was all a bluff. I wrote 
and told them that I really did get a live pony 
and my prize was well worth working for too. 
Some would say to me when 
I was canvassing, "Did you 
ever know of any one that 
got a pony?" We told them 
we knew of one and had 
heard of one little boy that 
lived in Fulton. They did 
not want to believe us so 
when my little pony gets 
a little older, I want to 
drive to some of these 
places and just show them 
my pony. 

"Honey" is not afraid of 
automobiles or threshing 
machines, so another year 
I think I can drive her a 
great deal. 



How I Won My "Welkie" 

By Gretchen M. Stelzer, Summit Co., Ohio 



I want to tell every boy and girl that loves 
animals, especially a pony, as well as I do how 
they can get one and how I got mine. The 
contest had been going on about a month when 
one day my sister Mildred came running to me 
crying, "Oh Getty, Getty, look here, a pony 




Isn't He Pretty? 

free to any boy or girl who is willing to work 
for him." She read the papers all through to 
me telling about what we should do. We de- 
cided immediately to go to work, but my mamma 
said, "Oh Gretchen, what is the use, you can 
never win one of those ponies." I said, "I 
know I can and I am going to try if you will let 
me." And I cried so hard that mamma said, 
"Well, you may try but I don't think it will do 
you any good." I went to work with a will. 

My sister and I were out one whole day and 
we didn't get one subscription and we were so 
disappointed we were almost afraid to go the 
next day. But finally I did, and I began to 
have better luck and in a short time I was get- 
ting so many names, papa and even mamma 
began to get interested. So much so that they 
helped get subscribers for me. One day an old 
gentleman, a great friend of mine, said, "I will 
go with you around the town (as you know I 
am just a little girl seven years old) if you will 
do all the talking." I agreed to do that and 
that day I got quite a few subscriptions for The 
Farmer's Wife. 

Some people I went to tried to discourage me 
and would not take my paper. Others said, "I 
would take the paper but it won't do you any 
good." But I kept right on and if you should 
try to win a pony, don't let such things discourage 
you, but work with might and main and I am 
sure you will win. You will win something any 
way because the Webb Publishing Company is 



honorable in all their transactions and did by 
me just as they said they would. 

When the contest was over you don't know 
how anxiously I waited to hear, and when I 
found out I was to get a dear little pony my 
happiness knew no bounds. They brought him 
up from the depot one forenoon while I was at 
school, and when I came home and they told 
me he was out in the barn, I could hardly wait 
to get out there. I went into his box stall papa 
had made for him and he and I were friends at 
once. At first he would try to nip me. Now 
he just licks my hands and face and takes my 
hair ribbons off. He will shake hands with me 
and put both his front feet in my hands standing 
straight up on his hind feet. The other day he 
followed me up on the front porch out through 
the living room, dining room and kitchen. I 
gave him a slice of bread. He ate it and then 
followed me out into the yard again. 

His name is "Welkie" and whenever I call 
him he will answer me. I think everything of 
him and no money could buy him from me. I 
love him so and mamma says The Farmer's 
Wife is one of the best little papers she has ever 
read and the recipes that she has tried in it are 
excellent and different ones that took the paper 
from me here, told me since that they like it 
as well as any magazine they ever had. 

Although I have written a long story already 
I am going to say a little more because there are 
some more of his tricks to tell you about and 
some more good things, also, about The Farmer's 
Wife. 




"Welkie" is Small but He Can Keep Up 

I must tell you about what one lady who had 
subscribed for The Farmer's Wife when I was in 
the contest said to me the other day. I was 
going along the street thinking about some more 
people who might want to take the magazine 
and I heard some one call, "Hello, Gretchen, 
come here." I looked around and saw a lady 
standing in her door and I went up to her. 
She said, "You can just tell everybody that I 



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feel repaid ten times over for the price of The 
Farmer's Wife by finding one lace pattern in it. 
I had for several years wanted a pattern for 
'Clover Leaf Lace' but was not successful in find- 
ing it until I found it in the June issue of The 
Farmer's Wife. In fact, I find that each and 
every issue has in it some recipe, pattern, house- 
hold hint or story that, of itself, is easily worth 
the whole price of the paper." You may be 
sure that I was much pleased to have such a good 
recommendation of the magazine that helped 
me to get my pony. 

"Welkie" is growing larger and getting more 
cunning every day. One day my auntie went 
out to see him and she had some crocheted but- 



tons on her dress and he tried to eat them right 
right off of her dress. Whenever I go out to 
him and have anything to eat in my hand he 
wants me to give him some of it and I always do. 
Sometimes I pretend I do not see him and I will 
try to pass by him without noticing him but he 
will stretch his neck and put up his foot to stop 
me as much as to say, "I'm here. Don't you 
see me?" Of course then I stop and pet him as 
I meant to all the time anyway. 

Now all you boys and girls who want a pony, 
get busy. See your friends and try hard and 
you will surely get one, for the Webb Publishing 
Company will do all that it promises to do. 



About "Rollo" and his Trip to the East 



By Lillian Davis, Dukes Co., Massachusetts 



I want to tell you about my pony "Rollo," 
and the long trip he took. I live on the island 
of Martha's Vineyard, which is twenty-two 
miles long, eight miles wide, and about seven 
miles from the main land of Massachusetts. 



"Rollo" came 
all the way from 
out West by 
train to Wood's 
Hole, Mass., 
then he was put 
on the steam- 
boat and brought 
t o Vineyard 
Haven. My 
mother was at 
Vineyard Haven 
that day and she 
saw him in the 
crate in front of 
the express office. 
While she was 
there every one 
on the street 
stopped to look 
at him. 

Papa went 
down after him 
with our horse 
and dray and 
brought him up 
to my home in 
West Tisbury, a 
distance of about 
eight miles. 




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I could hardly wait for him to get here. When 
my father took him out of the crate, he went to 
eating just as fast as he could. He ate and ate 
as long as we sat up. The next day he seemed 
quite tired from his long journey. As soon as 

he got rested- I 
took him to the 
neighbors and a 
good many child- 
ren came to see 
him. 

About two 
weeks after I got 
him, I took him 
to the County 
Fair and he got 
the Blue Ribbon. 
He is very fond 
of apples and 
watermelon. I 
have taught him 
to shake hands, 
and shall teach 
him some other 
tricks, as he is 
quick to learn. 
He has grown 
very fat since I 
have had him. 
"Rollo" is very 
cute and gentle 
and I want to 
thank you a lot 
for sending him 
to me. 




"Scout" 



By Lucinda Anderson, Aitkin Co., Minn. 



We had moved on a farm 10 miles from 
Aitkin, Minn., just a few weeks, when one day 
I didn't know what to do. I was so lonesome 
as I have no sisters or brothers and had left all 
my little friends and hadn't made any new 
acquaintances. I picked up a copy of a farm 
paper and was looking through it when I saw 
where the Webb Publishing Company was going 
to give away a Shetland pony to any boy or girl 
who was willing to work. As I had always 
wanted a pony, I asked papa to let me try to 
win one. He said, 
"Alright, but you don't 
stand much of a chance 
to win as everybody is 
strangers to us." But 
I could not give up the 
idea so I sent in my 
name to the Pony Editor 
at St. Paul, Minn., and 
in a few days I got a 
letter telling what to do, 
so I went to work in 
earnest. 

I had no trouble get- 
ting subscribers as I got 
them on the merit of 
the paper, but no one 
thought I would win, but 
I just kept on working 
the harder and when I 
got my letter telling me 
I had won "Scout" and 
the outfit, I believe it 




All Beady for a Bide 



was the happiest day of my life. I began plan- 
ning the good times "Scout" and I would 
have. I had a long anxious wait before "Scout" 
came but he was only that much dearer to me 
when he did come. 

"Scout" just loves to be petted. He seems 
to be happy when I am with him and will come 
to me when I call. He likes almost anything to 
eat that I give him and is exceptionally fond of 
cake and sugar. I have had several chances to 
sell "Scout" at a good price but wouldn't sell 

him at any price for 
I never get lonesome 
anymore since "Scout" 
came to live with me, 
for when I don't know 
what else to do, I 
saddle my pony and 
go for a ride. 
Mamma and I drive 
"Scout" to Sunday 
School almost every 
Sunday and Papa is 
going to build me a 
little barn at the 
school house and I 
am going to ride to 
school this year. 

I can never thank 
the Webb Publishing 
Company enough for 
"Scout" and his 
outfit. 



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My Best "Chum" 

By Bozzie F. Thornton, Mercer Co., W. Virginia 



I want to tell all my unseen boy and girl 
friends how I got my pony, who I am and where 
I live. My name is Bozzie Foutz Thornton; 
my home is away back here among the West 
Virginia hills. We do not have as level country 
or as smooth roads as the boys and girls who 
live in the level country, but if you win one of 
the ponies that The Farmer's Wife are giving 
away and he is as good as "Chum" you can go 
most any place with him, for "Chum" can pull 
almost as much as a horse and he seems to enjoy 
showing us how much he can pull and how fast 
he can go. He is not a lazy pony but he can 
trot almost as fast as a big horse. Mamma and 
I had him out the other day and a man stopped 
us and wanted to know if I wanted to sell 
"Chum" and outfit, and another man wanted 
to trade me an automobile for him, but I could 
not part with him for I do not think I could 



Farmer's Wife Pony Contest and win a pony 
like "Chum," for there is no pleasure like driving 
a fine pony. I had "Chum" clipped the other 
day and everyone that sees him says he is the 
prettiest pony they ever saw. There are 
several ponies here but none as fine as "Chum." 
I am a small boy but I know almost every- 
body here and almost everybody knows me, so 
I got my mamma to go with me and she would 
help me to explain what a fine paper The 
Farmer's Wife magazine was and that I was in 
their Pony Contest. The best way to do is to 
ask everyone you see and tell them what a fine 
pony and trap The Farmer's Wife gives to their 
winners, and I am sure you will have no trouble 
in getting enough subscriptions to win. I wish 
I could help each boy and girl who enters the 
contests. 




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ever get another pony as fine as "Chum." 
Mamma, Daddy and I will have a fine time this 
summer driving to town to see the ball games. 
I just love to see them play ball. 

I have three married aunts and one married 
uncle. Aunt Annie has two boys and one girl; 
Aunt Myrtle has two boys and Uncle Bob has 
three boys and one girl. So you bet I have a 
time taking them all out riding. There are so 
many that I cannot take them all at one time, 
so it takes me a long time to get around to see 
them all as mamma has to go and drive. I have 
so many boy and girl friends that I have not 
had a chance to take them all out for a ride 
as the weather has been so bad that I do not go 
very often, but as summer is coming I am 
going to ride every day that is nice. 

I wish every boy and girl would enter The 



I want to tell you how I came to enter the 
contest. My daddy takes a farm paper and The 
Farmer's Wife had an ad in it telling what fine 
ponies they were giving away, so daddy brought 
it home to me one day when I was sick with the 
measles and asked me if I would like to have a 
fine pony and I said that I would. He asked 
mamma what she thought of me trying to win 
a pony and she said she would help me all she 
could and as soon as I was well we went to 
work and worked and won. As I cannot help 
anyone with subscriptions, I wish I could see 
all the pony contestants so I could give them all 
the information I could to help them win a pony 
like "Chum." But really all you have to do is 
to make up your mind to win and then get 
people interested in The Farmer's Wife — the 
rest will be easy. 



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"We Drive up the Milk Cows with 'Jeff' " 



"Jeff 



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By Martin Opseth, Grant Co., South Dakota 



We certainly have been happy since we got 
dear little "Jeff." How we love him and how 
every one admires him. He is such a lively little 
fellow and is always up to some trick. He is 
never afraid of automobiles 
and has never kicked at us. 
You just ought to see him 
travel when he is harnessed 
to his little buggy. He likes 
to run races with the big 
horses and has never failed 
to keep up with them. We 
have been offered big prices 
for "Jeff" already but I 
don't believe we could part 
with him at any price. 

We not only have lots of fun with "Jeff" but 
also find him very useful around the farm. 





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hitch up "Jeff" and carry papa's lunch to him. 

Then, in the evening, my sister and I go out 

on "Jeff" and drive up the milk cows. It's 

fun for us and also helps out a lot in the 

daily work. 

"Jeff' 1 walks up our 
back steps and paws on 
the porch for us to come 
out. Then he walks down 
the side steps, and we give 
him a lump of sugar or some- 
thing good to eat. Isn't that 
cute? You can see him on 
our porch in the small pic- 
ture. 

I surely am glad I wrote 
to the Webb Publishing Co. and won dandy 
little "Jeff" and I thank them very much for 



"Walks up the Back Steps 



Every day when papa is out in the field we their generous treatment. 




"We Hitch up 'Jeff' and Carry Papa's Lunch to Him" 

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"He comes Bight up on The Front Porch" 

My Own Little "Justin" 

By Norma Thorsen, Palo Alto Co., Iowa 



When I started to take subscriptions every- 
body tried to discourage me by saying that I 
would never get that pony, but most of them 
helped me anyway. 

I think "Justin" is just the cutest little pony 
I ever saw, and wouldn't sell him for $1,000. 
The day he was to come, we went to the depot, 
but no pony could be 
seen, but he came two 
days afterwards. He 
will eat anything from 
apples to cucumber pick- 
les and just loves sugar. 
When I give him sugar 
he puts his front feet on 
the porch and when it 
is gone he gets on top of 
the porch and looks for 
more. 

I have two sisters and 
three brothers. They 
are always anxious for 
a ride. When they are 
all away and I am home 
alone he comes a run- 
ning to get thru the 
gate. 

I have had invita- 
tions from many of 
the subscribers to come 
and show them the 
pony. Many of them 
thought I wouldn't get 
anything, but I was 
determined to win. 

"Justin" is 45 inches 
high, and is about three 
years old. He is a 
light chestnut with 
white spots and white 
mane and tail. 




"Justin" giving Baby a Bide 

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I broke him to ride all alone. He is as gentle 
as a lamb and still he is full of life, and does not 
shy at anything or is not afraid of autos. He is 
not only a pet, but is useful, as I can drive the 
cows home every night, as I live on a farm. I 
am thirteen years old. 

One of my little brothers, four years old, said 
when he gets big he was 
going to tell the paper 
man to send him a pony 
and I feel sure the 
Pony Editor will not 
disappoint brother be- 
cause he has helped so 
many little boys and 
girls to get ponies. 



I wish I could meet 
the Webb Publishing 
Company personally, 
especially the Pony 
Editor so I could thank 
them for giving me 
the opportunity of win- 
ning such a grand prize, 
which has given me 
more enjoyment than 
anything else I ever 
owned. I certainly 
thall never part with 
"Justin' ' as long as I 
live and will always be 
thankful that I had so 
much confidence in' the 
Webb Publishing Co. 



How I Won "Bruce" 

By Myra Todd, Winona Co., Minnesota 



I want to tell other little boys and girls how I 
won my pony. When I started to get subscrip- 
tions I had great hopes of getting one of the 
ponies, but a few weeks after I entered the 
contest I had to give up school on account of my 
health, so just as I ought to have been getting 
subscriptions I couldn't. I was pretty well 
discouraged and would have given it up if I 
had not received such encouraging letters from 
the Pony Editor. 

My health improved in a short time but I 
had only a few weeks left in which to get sub- 
scriptions. I began again but could not go far 
from home to get them as I had but little time 
to spare. We live near a small town in which 
but few people own land; I only secured a few 
there and at the last we were so anxious that 
we worked hard and got most of the subscrip- 
tions in a short time. 

When I received a letter from the Pony Club 
telling me I had not won a pony I said I would 
try to win a special pony because I knew they 
would treat me fairly. I wrote and asked them 
about their "Special Pony Contest" and they 
sent me instructions how to do it and how they 
would give me a year to get subscriptions. I 
entered that and my pony "Bruce" came in 
about three weeks. 

When I knew he was coming I could hardly 
wait to get him and I thought those three weeks 
were the longest ones I ever lived. One morn- 
ing my brother and I were away from home and 




"Out for a Jolly Good Time" 

while we were gone the pony came to the station. 
The expressman telephoned mamma that "Bruce" 
had arrived. 

When we came home mamma told us to eat 
our dinner in a hurry as we had some hard work 
to do. We wondered what it was and asked 
two or three times. When she told us we 
fairly jumped up and down. 

We only had "Bruce" two days when my 
brother was seriously hurt when in town and we 
could not bring him home for two weeks. He 



was very anxious to see "Bruce" and wanted 
to see him so much that we led him right into 
the house and into brother's room. "Bruce" 
put his little nose down to the bed and seemed 
to know _ something was wrong. When we 
brought him out on the porch we took a picture 
of him as you see above my story. 

We are very happy with "Bruce" and cannot 
get along without him. 




Feeding "Sugar, Plums and Honey" 

"BRUCE" IN VERSE 

When "Bruce" and I hitch up 

We look so very fine, 
That everybody guesses 

We're out for a jolly good time. 

One day when not very busy, 

Out to "Bruce's" stall I went, 
And there between currying and petting, 

Two long hours I spent. 

My brother says "Bruce" grows fast, 

And plays so very funny, 
That he believes that all I feed 

Is sugar plums and honey. 

At first I was afraid 

To get on "Bruce's" back, 
But now that fear's all over, 

And I jump on with a whack. 

Some children delight on "Bruce" to pick, 

And though it's only in fun, 
He turns around at them to kick, 

And then away they run. 

To school one mile I had to walk, 
Through mud and rain or snow, 

But now, Oh! what delight 
To just hitch up and go. 

Dear boys and girls to you I'll tell, 

A story both short and true, 
Get busy and work for The Farmer, 

And a pony they'll send to you. 

If one subscriber you fail to get, 
Another tackle with all your might, 

They'll see the need of a paper like that, 
Else their farming will not go right. 



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A Lively "Tramp" 

By Keith Walker, Juneau Co., Wisconsin 



I want to write and tell you how glad I was 
when I received word that I was one of the 
"Lucky Pony Winners" in the Contest that 
closed September 30th, 19 12, and what good 
times I have had with my pony, "Tramp." He 
is brown and white and weighs 300 pounds. 
Everyone tells me that he is the cutest and 



a tenth part of what the outfit cost. 

During the winter I could not drive him much, 
but since the roads got good we drive him to 
school every day. At night all the boys and 
girls want to ride with me. My cousin is visit- 
ing me now and we have lots of fun. When I 
have "Tramp" turned out in the orchard and 




"We Drive 'Tramp' to School Every Day" 



smallest pony they ever saw. I have had several 
chances to sell him, but would not like to part 
with him at any price. He is larger and fatter 
than he was when he came and as slick as a mole. 

I was at school when the letter came tell- 
ing me I was a winner, and when I got home, 
mamma told me that 
papa wanted me at the 
barn. I ran out to the 
barn and papa told me 
he was fixing up a place 
to keep "Tramp" in. 
My, but I was the hap- 
piest boy you ever saw. 
I went to the train twice 
to meet him but he did 
not come, but the next 
day papa went and he 
was there. Everybody 
around town was at the 
depot to see him. He 
came the 15th of October 
and I have had lots of 
fun with him ever since. 

I want to thank you 
ever so much for the 
beautiful outfit. It is 
surely a nice present and 
I don't see how you can 
give away such fine out- 
fits for so little pay. 
What I sent in was not 




Keith and "Tramp" 

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he sees me coming after him he commences to 
shake his head and paw in the ground with his 
left foot. This morning I thought I would have 
a little horseback ride, but "Tramp" did not 
think so, so he tried to throw me off. He would 
rear up on his hind feet and then kick up. Once 
I nearly went over his 
head. When he throws 
us off, he always stops as 
soon as we are off and 
seems to laugh at us and 
waits for us to get on 
again. I drove him to 
a picnic the other day 
and had a good time. 
He feels fine now and I 
like to drive him. -He 
likes apples, candy and 
all such things to eat. 
He bites me sometimes 
when I play with him, 
but not hard enough to 
hurt. 

I can never thank the 
Webb Publishing Com- 
pany enough for send- 
ing me such a nice play- 
mate* 



Clever Little "Hummer" 



By Arthur Wallace, Burlington Co., New Jersey 



My pony "Hummer" arrived Saturday the 
25th on the 11:20 Express, and received a warm 
reception. I think he is a very fine little pony, 
and fulfills all your descriptions of him. "Hum- 



"Hummer" knows me in a large crowd and I 
have taught him several tricks. Every morn- 
ing when I go down to see him he kisses and 
shakes hands with me. We have a pasture for 




"The Sweetest Pony I Know of Anywhere' 



mer" is surely the right name for him, for he is 
a clever little hummer. 

Received the handsome bridle and saddle, and 
they certainly look fine on him. The horsehair 
bridle has been a curiosity among the neighbor- 
hood, and greatly admired. 

"Hummer" is just as fine as ever. He weighed 
three hundred and fifty pounds including the 
crate when I received him. Now he weighs 
four hundred and seventy 
pounds without the crate, 
so by that he must be 
well contented. 

I take drives and go sad- 
dle riding with "Hummer" 
very often. We certainly 
have fine times together. 

I cannot thank The Far- 
mer's Wife enough for my 
pony "Hummer." He is 
the sweetest pony I know 
of anywhere. I was so 
happy the day I heard I 
had won him that I 
couldn't sleep that night. 
I am sure I was the hap- 
piest boy in town. 




"The Bridle is a Curiosity" 



"Hummer" and when we go to the bars and 
call him he will come running every time. 
Along side the fence in the pasture field is a 
peach tree which hangs over the fence. "Hum- 
mer" used to go to the tree and reach for the 
peaches. After he had eaten all the meat off, 
he would spit the stone out. 

One morning early "Hummer" pushed the 
bars down and got out. I didn't know any- 
thing about it till one of our neighbors said they 
were going to send me a 
feed bill because they found 
"Hummer" in their barn 
standing at the feed box 
eating. Every time he has 
gotten out since then, he 
tries to get to the same 
place. 

I have been advised by a 
good horseman that he is a 
fine pony and not to sell 
him under two hundred and 
fifty dollars, but I told him 
that money would never 
buy him. I never have 
had him out but what 
there have been people to 
tell me I had a sweet little 
pony. 

I thank The Farmer's 
Wife over and over again 
for the way they have 
treated me. 



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"Kris Kringle" 

By Mall en a Vashus, Dawson Co., Montana 



I received "Kris Kringle" six o'clock Wednes- 
day before New Years. 

My father was at work when the phone rang. 
He then found out that "Kris Kringle" was there. 
As soon as he could he went to the depot and 
then we saw "Kris," all surrounded by people. 



wished to see "Kris Kringle." A small boy said, 
"Oh, its a real live pony." 

I think she was a little lonesome at first, but 
she is alright now. I ride her every day and she 
is easy to ride. 

I have three or four sacks of oats coming 




"I have three or four sacks of oats coming from farmers" 



They did not know to whom it belonged until 
father took possession of her. 

We were all at the supper when a knock came 
at the door. Mother went to see who it was. 
There she saw a man who said, "Do you want to 
buy a pony?" But afterwards he turned out to 
be one of our friends and then mamma knew 
that "Kris Kringle" was in the yard. And I 
certainly believe that I am the most delighted 
child of all who have received ponies. 

Next day our yard was filled with people who 



from farmers who said "if" I got a pony I would 
receive a sack of oats. A man from the country 
said that I would get a wooden pony. I told 
him that if the Webb Publishing Co. would give 
away wooden ponies I would give it to him. 

Everybody seems glad that I got a pony. I 
also mean to tell every little boy and girl who has 
no pony to join the Pony Club and work for the 
pony. I am sure they will treat you fair as they 
did me.. Great success to the Webb Publishing 
Co. 





"I Ride 'Kris' Every Day' 



"PINTO" 

Given to Eddie Souhrada, Bonhomme Co., 
South Dakota 



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'You Can Let Your Pony Pull the Lawn Mower" 

Happy With "Huggs" 

By Lloyd" Osmundson, Kandiyohi Co., Minnesota 



I would like to tell all children who have not 
a pony what a great pleasure it is. The pony I 
won from the Webb Publishing Company is 
brown with black legs, tail and mane. He is 
a great pet and loves to be petted. 

Shetland ponies are very handy. You do 
not have to walk when you go fishing and you can 
let the pony pull the lawn mower and the gar- 
den cultivator. Mine is not afraid of automo- 
biles or motorcycles and he will stand on the 
running board of an auto with his fore feet. I 
have taught him to chase me around a ring and 
stand on a box or chair. I can lift his front feet 
up in the air so he will stand on his hind legs. 

"Huggs" is the pony's name. He likes all 
kinds of fruit. Watermelon, oranges, bananas- 
apples and peaches are his favorite fruits- 
"Huggs" is very fond of sugar pieces. 

"Huggs" wants to come in the house all the 



time. When we open the door he walks right 
in the house, without having anyone lead him, 
and when we try to take him out, he leans backs 
and stands still. Then someone will give him a 
little slap and he will come out. He will follow 
me around in a ring and will neigh when he sees 
me. I give him a piece of sugar every time he 
does tricks. 

The children all around here all wish they had 
such a nice little pony. I would not sell him for 
any price. I have encouraged several boys to 
join the next Pony Club and try real hard for a 
pony. I am sure the Webb Publishing Com- 
pany will treat them as well as they have treated 
me. They always do as they say and if chil- 
dren want a pony as good as "Huggs", I think 
they will work harder than they ever did before. 

I thank the Webb Publishing Company a 
thousand times over for the help they have 
given me. 





''Huggs" Reaching For An Apple 



" TATTERS" 

Given to Gordon Kniffin, St. Louis Co., Minn. 

(See Story on Page 94) 



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The Story of Pony "Judy" 

By Mary Kremsreiter, Lincoln Co., Washington 



I am a little girl twelve years old, four feet 
and ten inches tall. I weigh about eighty 
pounds and have dark hair and light eyes. My 
pony "Judy" is forty-two inches high and nearly 
three years of age. 
His color is dark brown 
and he weighs close to 
three hundred pounds. 

We were looking for 
him a few days before 
he came, and finally 
he arrived one Sun- 
day. I got a telephone 
call that my pony was 
at the depot, but we 
could not come down 
that night, so the de- 
pot agent put him into 
the livery barn until 
the next morning, 
we came down after 
him, and he was so cute everybody came 
to see him. We could hardly come out of town 
because the children all were so anxious to see 
a little Shetland pony — and grown persons, 
too. All the people said he was just like a 
little sheep because he still had his woolly coat 
on. Some people asked me how much I wanted 
for him, then I said, "No, I won't sell him at 
any price." When we went home my little 
brother Willie led him and he kept up with our 
two horses all the six miles out of town. When 
we reached home my other three brothers said, 
"Oh! isn't he little!" 




On Dress Parade 



"Judy" likes to be around other horses, but 
he does not go very close to them for he knows 
he might get a kick from them any time. 

In the mornings when papa gets up he looks 

in the barn and "Judy" 
is always asleep, then 
he calls "Judy" and 
he just makes one 
jump and there he is 
by the window whin- 
nying to get out. 

Quite often the 
neighbors come to play 
with "Judy" and me. 
"Judy" makes me feel 
happy all the time 
now, and I am never 
going to sell him. 



The best thing "Judy" likes to do is to go 
into the house and get some sugar and water, 
and he likes cheese awfully well. The first 
thing he does when he goes into the house is to 
go to the table and get something to eat. But 
he just hates to go out of the house. 

He will be awfully pretty when he has shed 
off, his color will be black and his legs kind of 
brown, and his mane and tail are so long and 
pretty. 

I surely do thank the Webb Publishing Co. 
for the dandy pony they gave me. 




"Archie" Given to Mamie Westrom, 
Benson Co. N. Dak. 




"WINNER BOY" i 

Given to Lloyd Drake, Darke Co., Ohio 



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My Pony's Arrival 

By C. P. Wells, Wetzel Co., West Virginia 



Will I ever forget the day I got my pony? 
Oh no, not I. Nor do I think any of our family 
will, nor will some of those who were working 
at our place that day. What a joyous day! 
Some who seldom smiled caught the contagion 



examined over again and the more we in- 
spected him, the better we liked him. At last 
papa says, "Where are you going to put him, 
C. P.?" And I said, "I just want to hold him." 
And I held him and led him around by the rope 




"They All Came Out to See Me on Christy's Back" 



and joined in the happiness over the pony. 

That morning I went over to our little sta- 
tion with papa to ship the cream and I saw my 
pony in the baggage car. Papa said my eyes 
will never be bigger. We were not certain he 
would be on that train but I knew he was mine 
the minute my eyes saw him. He could not be 
taken off there as there was no express 
office there. So the train went on to Proctor, 
a mile below our place. I watched that train 
as far as I could see it, for it had that precious 
pony aboard. 

When we got home we ran to tell mamma 
the pony was on the train. The news was soon 
spread over the farm and everybody was shout- 
ing, "The pony was on the down train." 

My papa had a man to watch for the pony and 
bring him up when he came. So 
papa telephoned and the an- 
swer came he wasbringingmy 
"Christy," whichisthepony's 
name. Many glances were 
cast down the road before we 
finally saw the pony coming. 

"He is coming," my papa 
shouted. "Comeon,boys,out 
to the road to see the pony." 
The threshing machine was 
stopped and thirty-two men 
lined up to give the pony a 
royal welcome. He must have 
enjoyed it for he seemed ex- 
cited. After he passed through 
the line, all said, "He'll 
take the ribbon at any fair." 
He was examined and 




and what do you think? When the mail carrier 
came, be brought the bridle and saddle. We 
put them on him and he looked finer than ever. 
I must have a ride and mamma and the women 
came out to see me on the pony's back and, I 
guessed, also to see that I would not get hurt. 
Papa led "Christy" around a little with me on 
and I led him around the rest of the day. 

I feel so big and important when I let the 
other boys have a ride. I try not to be selfish 
and I have fun seeing the others so happy when 
they ride. I can call him or just whistle and 
he will run right to me. Of course, he likes me 
better than all the others. I often have sugar 
or a banana for him and he likes oats, I tell you. 
I am going to ride to school on him this winter. 
My mamma and papa are glad I got the pony for I 
am not so slow any more. I can 
even dress quicker in the 
mornings for I want to see 
the pony and I hurry up with 
the chores so as to get 
through and have time with 
the pony. And then I like to 
work a little, too, for you see 
I want my pony to have a 
good home and you have to 
work to have anything. Then 
the pony can help. He takes 
me flying on errands. 

I wish every boy and girl 
every place could have a pony, 
in the city as well as in the 



Back from a Bide 



country. 



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"TEXAS' ' 



"COZY" 



By Laura and Helen Sather, Roseau Co., Minnesota 

We received the dear little Shetland pony 
"Texas" the 4th of June, but, I have been so 
busy and taken up with work that I have not 
had time to write and tell you that we received 




Off for a Bide 

him safe, and that he is now getting along fine. 
He is such a dear little pony; he eats sugar from 
my hand. 

So many people have said now that they 
never expected we would get any pony, but I 
think everyone that works hard enough will 
sure get a great prize and that is what many 
people have said. 

My sister was down to the depot four times 
and the fourth day he came. Many of the 
people at the depot that day laughed at her 
when she told them she expected him to-day 
on the north bound train, but they surely 
opened their eyes when they saw our dear little 
"Texas" in the express car door as the train 
pulled in. 

We let "Texas" out on the green grass during 
the day and feed him oats and oil meal twice a 
day, as you wrote us to do. If there are any 
other regulations to be followed in tending to 
the pony, would you please send them to us. 
Have not tried to teach him any tricks yet, 
but he will learn later on. 

"Texas" has gained quite a bit of flesh since 
he arrived at Badger and quite a bit of his 
winter coat of hair is now off. 

All the people around Badger think it is my 
little sister Helen that was in the pony contest 
and won "Texas" and I think it will be she who 
will have the most fun with him as she is small 
enough to ride him. I am so tall I'm afraid I 
can't ride him, but when we get a buggy and 
outfit I can have great times also. 

We wish to thank the Pony Club very much 
for their kindness towards us. 



By Charles Young, Cascade Co., Montana 

Last fall I started out to win one of your 
ponies. After the first few days I hadn't much 
trouble in getting subscribers. It takes some 
practice to learn how to talk right and show 
people the real good things in The Farmer. All 
of my folks helped me and papa took me around 
among the farmers sometimes when he had 
time. My little brother George got one sub- 
scriber all himself. 

Soon the Webb Publishing Company began 
sending me letters telling me that I was among 
the leaders. I showed these letters and then 
many of my friends were anxious too, when 
they saw that I really had a chance to win. I 
went to Belt many times after Christmas, or 
some one went until I heard that I had won a 
pony. Her name is "Cozy." I can't tell you 
how much we like her. We broke her to ride 
and drive and she is fast — just likes to go. 

We did not know just when to expect her and 
when a neighbor saw her in town he just brought 
her down to me, although he had to go out of 
his way a couple of miles. We soon got her 
out of her crate and took her to the front yard. 
Oh! she was so glad to eat the nice grass there. 
She liked us from the first and would not make 
up with the other horses, but now she chums 
with another saddle horse. 

We take her to school and to town. When 
people see her they stop and look and ask me 
about her. There is no other Shetland pony in 
this part of the country. I hope some of the 
other children in this neighborhood will get 
ponies too. 

"Cozy" is 42 inches tall and prettier than I 
thought she would be. She is brown. "Cozy" 




"She is Fast — Just Likes to Go" 

is the nicest thing I ever had and I will thank 
you for her and the photos you made for me. 
I am going to send one to other pony winners 
who won with me. 



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My Darling Little Pet 



By Charlie Mahoney, Chippewa Co., Mich. 



It is a long time since you have heard from 
me, so I must write and tell you I am one of 
the happiest little boys in the world since the 
Webb Publishing Company gave me my dear 




Winter Sport 

little pony, "Peter," and "Peter" seems to be 
very happy, too. 

Everybody who sees "Peter" admires him and 
I have had several chances to sell him, but 
money could never buy this pony. He is three 
years old and has grown about four inches since 
I got him. He is now 40 inches tall and just 
as pretty as a picture. I had "Peter" clipped 
this spring and I think it made him fee! good to 
get his heavy coat off, for he wants to romp and 
play all the time. He will follow me all over 
the yard and in the house. He likes to get out 
in the kitchen, then he gets into the cupboard 
and steals cake and cookies or in fact anything 
he can find. He is very fond of sugar, apples, 
pie and candy. He will stand with his two 
front feet up on the back step waiting for a 
little treat. 

He can travel nearly as fast as a big horse 
and sometimes faster. Once last winter when 
he had been standing in the barn a couple of 
days my uncle thought he would take him out 
for a little exercise, so he invited another boy 
to get on the sleigh with him to have a ride. 



Well, they just got nicely started when "Peter" 
thought he would like a little fun so he gave a 
sudden jerk and started to run. The two boys 
fell off the sleigh but my Uncle Bill hung to the 
reins and "Peter" dragged him two or three 
yards before he managed to get back on the 
sleigh. After a while my Uncle got him quieted 
down and he drove around to where the other 
boy was and told him to get on, but he said 
no, he thought he would rather walk home. I 
guess he was afraid. My father is making me 
a nice little cutter to drive "Peter" in this 
winter. 

"Peter" steals the clothes pins out of my 
mother's basket while she is hanging out the 
clothes. He will pick them up one at a time 
with his teeth and if she doesn't watch him he 
will pick the clothes up out of the basket and 
let them fall on the ground. One day when 
she was not looking, he put his foot in the basket 
and upset it and spilled the clothes all over the 
ground. But mama never gets mad at "Peter" 
no matter what he does and, of course, we all 
think it is cute. I can never thank the Webb 




Just Back from a Bide 

Publishing Company enough for giving me my 
dear little pony. 

All of my friends who subscribed for The 
Farmer's Wife say it is the best magazine they 
ever saw for the money. 



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My Own Little "Cub" 

By Eugene Mumpower, Bumcombe Co., North Carolina 



One day not long ago my mother was reading 
a farm journal, and she saw a picture of 
"Cub" hitched up all ready for a drive. She 
called me to her and said, "Son, now here's a 
chance to win a pony." I had been wanting 



Christmas Eve came and not a word. I was 
awfully disappointed for it seemed then 
I had failed, and dear old Santa felt so sorry for 
me he went up town and got me a gold watch. 
So I just gave it up and expected nothing but 




"Looks Like a Big Fuzzy Dog" 



just such a pony for a long time because I live 
two miles outside of town and I have often 
thought how much fun it would be to have a 
little pony and ride to town and school. 

I was a little afraid to start in the contest be- 
cause the time was so near up for it was then about 
the middle of November and the contest was 
to close December 16th. I thought about noth- 
ing else but that dear little pony for the next 
day or two, wishing I could get it, and decided 
I would make a try for it anyhow. Mamma 
and daddy finally - ,, 

agreed to let me try 
for it and told me I 
would have to hustle 
good and proper if I 
got enough subscribers 
to get it. I went to 
work right then, and 
got several subscribers 
nearly every day until 
the very last. 

My but it was a 
long time having to 
wait to hear about 
who got it. I told 
mamma and daddy 
that I didn't want 
Santa to bring me a 
thing, all I wanted was 
"Cub" and the outfit. 
I thought I ought to 
hear something Christ- 
mas Eve anyway but 




"Cub" Likes to Carry Double 

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some nice prize for my work. 

Somehow or other I kept on hoping, and 
called up the express man the morning after 
Christmas and he said "Cub" was there. My! 
but I danced and hollered and cut up all sorts 
of capers till the folks thought I had just about 
gone crazy, I was so happy! I have two sisters 
smaller than I am, and they were most as happy 
as I was. I ran right out and got on the car 
and went to town and got "Cub" right out of 
the express office and rode him home. He is the 

prettiest and dearest 
little pony I ever saw 
and the harness and 
little buggy are just 
fine! In the winter 
his hair is long and 
shaggy and he looks 
just like a big fuzzy 
dog. You can see in 
the pictures how long 
his hair was last Win- 
ter. In the summer 
though, his hair sheds 
off and he shines like 
satin. I can't tell you 
how much I thank the 
Webb Publishing Co., 
but just a whole lot of 
course and will always 
remember them as long 
as J live. 




'It Takes a Good Lump of Sugar to Cure Him" 

"Dart" 

By Fern Millsap, Fergus Co., Montana 



"Dart" has come! You cannot imagine what 
that short sentence means to my sister and I, 
who have always dreamed of owning a Shetland 
and now to have it come true! 

"Dart" is a dear little fellow, as gentle as a 
kitten, following us wherever we go. When we 
go to see the neighbors, which is nearly every 
afternoon, we just take the harness off and turn 
him loose. When we are ready to go, we will 
find him near by waiting for us. He has learned 
several cute tricks, one of which is to lie down 
and roll and then play sick. We put pillows 
under his head and cover him up and it takes a 
good lump of sugar to cure him. 

When we first received "Dart," we went 
for a short ride 
and in turning a 
bend of the creek 
an automobile came 
suddenly down 
upon us. We were 
frightened nearly 
to death, but the 
man stopped the 
car and "Dart" 
walked up and 
smelled of it. After 
that we knew he 
was perfectly safe. 

Our pony had 
long shaggy hair 
when he came but 
now he has shed 
that off and is as 
slick and shiny 
as any horse 




Fern and "Dart" in the Mountains 



I would like to tell all the boys and girls 
who want a pony that if they work faithfully in 
one of your contests, they are sure to win, 
for we know the Webb Publishing Company is 
strictly on the square and do just what they say 
they will. There is no need to be discouraged be- 
cause one lives in a small place, for where we 
live there are only two families, the one who 
has the store and the family at the hotel. People 
who took the paper to help us get the pony 
and outfit have since told us what a fine one 
it is and that they like it very much better than 
other papers they are taking. Others who tried 
to discourage us by saying it would just be some 
"cheap John" outfit have since had to acknowl- 
edge that every- 
thing is strictly 
first-class and as 
good as money 
could buy. 

The night "Dart" 
came one of the 
neighbor boys, a 
little fellow four 
years old, came run- 
ning over and said, 
"Girls, I am almost 
as tickled as you 
are." 

I wish to thank 
you again for 
"Dart" and the 
outfit, and hope 
many other little 
boys and girls can 
get one as good. 



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Out of Doors With "Mac" 

By Ruth Mead, Saline County, Missouri 



One dreary February evening I felt lonely 
and tired after sitting all day in an invalid chair, 
for I was just getting over a spell of sickness and 
was still too weak to take exercise. I was 
waiting for papa to come and carry me back to 
my room upstairs. I had been amusing myself 
by looking at some pictures of ponies in a cata- 
logue, and felt rather blue about getting one, 
for they were so very high priced, and I feared I 
might never have one all my own. 

When supper was over papa took me on his 
back, pony fashion, and gave me a jolly ride up 
the stairs. Then I wanted to talk to him about 
getting me a real live pony that I could ride and 
drive when the Springtime came, so I might 
grow strong and well like other girls and boys. 

After we had talked awhile I suddenly remem- 
bered that grandmother read something that 
day about a pony contest, and I told papa of it. 
He said, "I don't believe in such things much but 
get the paper and I'll see what it's about any- 
way. " Mamma made a search for the paper and 
soon we were all eagerly reading about "Mac" 
and the complete pony outfit to be given away by 



he seemed to feel that such attention was only 
due him. 

I was too sick to ride or drive him for several 
days after he came, but as soon as I was strong 
enough I rode him about the yard, and I shall 
never forget my first drive to town with my little 
chum. We hitched "Mac" to my beautiful 
little cart, and we drove through town and down 
Main street we attracted as much attention as 
if we had been a circus parade, for it was the only 
pony outfit in town. Men, women and chil- 
dren came out and stood all along the street, to 
look at "Mac" and pet him, and how proud I 
did feel of him. 

I have no brothers or sisters to enjoy "Mac" 
with me, but I have lots of little friends who are 
always ready for a ride or a drive. He is so gentle 
and good natured and will stand with his fore- 
feet upon the porch or a box and let us slide off 
his back to the ground. He loves to have com- 
pany as well as I do and follows ys around as 
much as to say, "I want to play too. " 

"Mac" is fond of eating out of my hand and 
loves candy and cake. One day as I was driving 




Going on a Picnic With "Mac" 



the Webb Publishing Company. The more we 
read of "Mac" the more anxious we were totry 
and win him. 

We waited a few days to hear from the Webb 
Publishing Company and then I set to work in 
earnest. For many days and weeks my one 
thought was "Mac," and I even dreamed about 
him and what good times we could have if I 
could only win. Many people said, "You will 
never get that pony, he's too far away from here," 
but nearly everyone helped me and wished me 
good luck. 

When the contest closed I waited anxiously to 
hear from it, and time went slowly for I was 
again confined to my bed. But one morning 
just as I awoke papa came into my room with a 
broad smile on his face and a yellow slip in his 
hand, which said, "Ruth wins Mac." I never 
was quite so happy in my life, and three nights 
later I received the largest express package I 
ever expect to get, "Mac." He was escorted 
down the street from the station by about 30 
men and boys, and as he walked proudly along 



down Main street near the pop-corn stand, he 
suddenly walked up to a crowd of men and put 
his nose into a bag of popcorn one of them was 
holding. Of course they all laughed and fed 
him all they had, but "Mac "did not forget it, 
and for a long time he wanted to stop at the pop 
corn stand every time he went to town. 

I wish every little girl and boy had a pony 
and cart like mine and could have the jolly times 
like I have had with "Mac." He is not afraid 
of automobiles or anything, so I go everywhere 
I want to with him. I ride to school and Sunday 
School, and I take mamma for many nice drives 
also, and she enjoys "Mac" as much as I do. _ 

I have simply lived in the fresh air, playing 
with my pony, and have grown quite strong and 
well again, and think "Out Door Life With Mac" 
was the best medicine I ever had. 
"Now if you don't believe me, 
Just stop off at Slater and see, 
The dearest little black pony, 
And a girl as strong as can be. " 



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Starting Off to Fetch Up the Cattle. 



Beautiful "Bouncer 



>> 



By Marville Thompson, Douglas Co., Minnesota. 



When papa brought my pony home, all I 
could say was, "Isn't she dear, isn't she dear," 
and I just wanted to kiss her, and let me whisper, 
I really did. Oh! who could help but love 
"Bouncer" at first sight. My two little sisters 
and two brothers were just as tickled as I was. 
She is a beauty — brown and white and just as 
quiet as a kitten. 

Since I got my pony 
I have dandy good 
times. I fetch up the 
cattle every evening and 
"Bouncer" rounds them 
up and seems to en- 
joy getting them home. 
She isn't the least bit 
afraid of anything. She 
ran alongside and then 
right up in front of our 
five passenger touring 
car, (we have a "Stude- 
baker") when we came 
home from church and 
if papa hadn't stopped 
the car so quickly he 
would have run right over 
her. She isn't a bit 
afraid. Oh! Oh! I hardly 
dare think of how awful 
that would have been. 

One day my friend 
and I rode our ponies to 




'Paul' 



town and when we rode up to the feed barn, 
everybody in the whole town was looking at us 
and admiring our ponies. One little boy came to 
see her and I put the saddle on and let him ride 
and he just thought she was great. I asked 
him what he thought she was worth and he 
said, "A thousand dollars. "I wouldn't sell her 
for any price. 

These contests are no 
"fakes." So many said 
they had helped and had 
helped so many children 
in the contest, but they 
had never won, so when I 
got my pony everybody 
was so tickled to think 
I really did win and such 
a pretty pony too. Oh! 
it surely was good of you 
to so kindly reward me 
for my work. I just can't 
thank the Webb Publishing 
Co. enough for that dear 
little pony, for I certainly 
have had great times with 
her and my baby sister 
can ride her too, and she 
is only two years old. 
"Bouncer" is so gentle 
everybody loves her. 

I am the happiest little 
girl in Minnesota. 



Given to Evelyn and Bernice Sears, 
Grand Forks Co., N. Dak. 



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My "Toodles" 



By Durrell V. Moyer, Lehigh Co., Pennsylvania. 



Wonder whether any little boy or girl has had 
the experiences with their pony that I have had. 
I got terribly excited one day when I saw the 
pictures of little boys and their ponies in The 
Farmer's Wife and so I called, "Papa come here 
quick. See the nice 



little horses. Oh, how I 
wish I had one." Well, 
papa scratched his head 
and read all about the 
ponies and then said, 
"Well Bub, maybe we 
can win one." I tell 
you I clapped my 
hands for joy and 
shouted to mama, "Just 
think, mama, I think 
I can win a nice little 

pony." I worked a good long time for subscrib- 
ers but never felt I had worked too hard when 
several weeks afterward I heard that my pony 
had been shipped. Long before it was even time 
for my pony to arrive, my 
friends and I used to run 
to the station but always 
with the same result — no 
pony — until one fine morn- 
ing when, lo and behold, a 
real live pony was carried 
out of the baggage car and 
on the crate was written, 
"For Durrell V. Moyer, 
Macungie, Pa." 

Well, I was happy and 
yet not happy. The little 
pony looked more like a 
bear with his long shaggy 
locks and long mane. Then, 
too, he was tired and 
wouldn't let me touch him 
that poor little "Toodles" needed rest and 
something to eat, so we took him home 




and put him in the little stall we had built for him. 
In a few days "Toodles" seemed to feel better 
and he let me feed him, and pat him, and love 
him and today there isn't a sign of any long hair 
and he's just the sweetest little pet I have ever 

had. I now have a 



"And now I have Dandy Rides" 



nice little harness and 
wagon for him and I 
have dandy rides. 

One night I had a 
terrible time. It grew 
dark suddenly and a 
storm came up, making 
the night all the more 
fearsome with its flash- 
es of lightning and 
thunder that roared 
like a cannon. I only 
thought of my pony and how lonesome 
he must be with no papa or mama near him to 
take care of him. When it stopped raining I 
ran to the window to see whether all was safe in 
the barns. Then, horrors! 
What do you think I saw? 
Why a man with a lantern 
trying to unlock the door 
of my pony stall. I tried 
to scream so as to scare 
the burgler off but what 
more did he do but force 
the door open and lead 
"Toodles" out. I cried and 
cried until I heard mama 
say, "Come boy, it's time to 
get up now." Then I saw 
it was broad day light and 
my experiences only a 
dream. Was I glad to see 
A Small Rough Rider my pony again? You bet I 

But papa knew was. I have only the warmest spot in my 
heart for The Farmer's Wife which helped me 
to win my pony. 




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All Ready For Our Afternoon Ride 



"Cute" 



Ry Leota R. Rray, Lawrence, Co., Soutn Dakota 



Last Fall when I started out to win my pony, 
"Cute," most of the people told me it was a 
fake scheme of the paper people to get subscrip- 
tions, but when, on Christmas day, my pony 
came by express, they sang a different tune and 
now they say, "Well, the Webb people are 
honest and did not fool you." Daddy went to 
town and brought "Cute" home and put him 
by our Christmas tree and then called sister and 
me to see him and I said, "Oh daddy, what a 
beautiful pony!" I was the happiest little girl 
in the world. "Cute" was welcomed by the 
whole family, and we all have learned to love 
him very much. He looked like a big Teddy 
Bear in his long winter coat but now he is nice 
and slick and fat as a ball of butter. 

He eats apples, sugar and oranges, and when 
he wants a drink he whinnies to us and after he 
drinks all he wants, he 
will tip the bucket over 
with his nose. He opens 
the kitchen door and 
will come in and look 
around and when I tell 
him to go out, he will 
whinny at me as if to 
say, "I want something 
to eat." I have lots of 
pleasure driving him and 
would not part with 
him for a lot of money. 
The other day a man 
offered to trade an auto 
for my fpony and outfit 
but I would not trade 
as I can have more fun 
with "Cute" and my 
buggy. 

I think it would be 
nice if every boy and 
girl had as nice an out- 




"Cute" and Leota 



fit as I have, and I believe any child can win 
a pony from the Webb Publishing Company if 
they will get out and work a little for it. 

Everyone who has seen my pony has told me 
that he is the smallest and dearest pony they 
ever saw. "Cute" is only 40 inches high and 
weighs 250 pounds, so you see he is "cute" and 
small and a dandy little animal. All of my little 
chums like him and want to ride him. Among 
his tricks are pulling my hair ribbon off and 
untying my shoe laces. He is not afraid of 
trains or autos but it makes him awfully mad to 
have a boy ride beside him on a bike. 

I wish every boy and girl could have a pony 
like mine and then they would have some dandy 
times. We live in a mountainous country but 
it does not seem to hurt "Cute's" wind, as he 
pulled me to Lead last week and back home 

again. Lead is about 
four miles from here so 
he traveled eight miles, 
but he was not a bit 
tired. We are planning to 
move down to Arizona, 
some time this winter 
and when we get there 
I intend to say a 
good word for the Webb 
Publishing Company 
to everybody I meet as 
they are certainly good 
to boys and girls by giv- 
ing them darling little 
Shetland ponies. Of 
course I am going to take 
"Cute" with me to Ari- 
zona as I would not part 
with him for anything. 



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HOW I ENJOY MY PONY 

By Colgate M. Searle, Kent Co., Rhode Island 

I am a little boy nine years old, living in 
Rhode Island. I like all horses and when I 
came from school one afternoon and saw my 




"Off and On Her Back While She Is Feeding" 

pony "Irene," I was the happiest boy in the 
town. Thanks to The Farmer's Wife for so 
much happiness. 

I like my saddle and bridle, too. When I 
got my harness and cart my papa helped train 
"Irene" to ride and drive. She was gentle and 
after a few lessons I could drive her all around 
the place and I have enjoyed many nice rides. 
Sometimes I let papa take my team to ride 
about the farm. I hope to get a little culti- 
vator next year so "Irene" can help me keep 
my garden free from weeds. 

"Irene" likes apples so I take her some in 
my pocket when I go to feed her and she soon 
finds them and eats them before she will eat 
her hay. She likes grass too, and nearly every 
day when I get home from school I take her 
out to let her eat grass. I can hop off and on 
her back while she is feeding and she doesn't 
mind it at all. When she gives me a good ride 
I give her some oats. 

I have had "Irene" about a year and I would 
not give her for the best horse in the state. 



LITTLE " SAMBO " 

By Lowell Comeford, Lake Co., Indiana 

I want to tell you about getting my pony. 
I had about given up winning a pony as I thought 
I would hear sooner, and one evening just as 
supper was about ready the phone rang and it 
was the postmaster. He said there was a letter 
there for me from the Pony Club so I ran out to 
the barn and told papa and he hitched right up 
and he and I drove to Grandin and got the letter 
with the good news that I had won "Sambo." 
If ever you saw a happy little boy it was I. 
You see the postmaster was interested same as 
lots of my friends were. They were all glad 
when I told them I won a pony. Mamma and 
grandpa could hardly wait until we got home to 
know if I had got one or not. 

So on New Year's morning papa got up early 
and drove to town to meet the 6 o'clock train 
as we were sure he would be on that train, but 
the train was three hours late so he came back 
home. But "Sambo" did not come that morn- 
ing. We went to my Aunt's that day and 
grandpa and I stayed all night. We thought 
we would meet the train the next morning but 
didn't get up in time. Papa didn't go to meet the 
train as the agent told him he would call him up. 




"The Finest Kind of Saddle Pony" 

So sure enough about five minutes after six the 
phone rang and the agent said the pony was 
there so papa went right in after him. 

When I found out he had come we weren't 
long getting home and I spent most of the day 
in the barn, as I did all winter when it wasn't 
too cold. My papa had made him a box stall 
before he came and "Sambo" was so gentle. 
We all think "Sambo" is the finest pony in the 
world. 



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Don't These Boys Wish They Owned "Hero?" 



A Real "Hero" 

By Gudrum Eckeland, Lac-qui-Parle Co., Minnesota 



Yes, "Hero' is my pony's name and he is a 
real hero too. 

Of course, everyone who has a Shetland pony 
likes him, but I think my pony is the best and 
no other pony could be so dear to me as my 
little ''Hero." 

He is mostly black and single white hairs are 
spread here and there among the black and the 
upper part of his tail is clear white and both 
hind legs are white. 

I always liked horses, and I have gone horse- 
back riding on one of my father's horses since I 
was about seven years old, but when I saw the 
pictures of the cute Shetland ponies in papers 
I wished and wished that I could get one — one 
that I could have 
for my own. Then 
I happened to see 
that The Webb 
Publishing Co. was 
going to give away 
a Shetland pony as 
first prize in a con- 
test and I thought 
I would try to win 
the pony. I tried 
my best, but did 
not win the pony 
that time. Oh, I 
tell you I felt sorry 
when I heard that 
I didn't win the 
pony. I got a nice 
prize but it wasn't 
the long wished for 
pony. 

The next year I had a letter from the 
company and they asked me if I wanted to try 
once more. Then they were going to give away 
"Hero." I thought I must try again — there must 
be a better chance now. But my mother said: 
"Don't bother with that, you can't win a pony 
anyhow; that's too hard a contest for a little 
girl." I begged and begged and after a while 
I got leave to try again, 




I started out right away. As often as I could 
have one of my father's horses I hustled away 
horseback. 

I tried to do my best and get as many sub- 
scribers as I could and I think it wasn't so hard 
after all to win my pony. But I will never 
forget how I felt when I got the letter that told 
me I had won "Hero." I could hardly believe 
it was true. The day the pony came to our 
nearest town, they telephoned us from the 
depot and told us that the pony was there. 

It was late in the afternoon, but father went 
to town to get the pony home anyhow. It was 
no wonder that my brother and I couldn't go to 
sleep that evening before father came home with 

the pony. It was 
very late, but the 
moon shone bright 
so we couldn't help 
playing a little 
while with "Hero." 
When we went to 
bed I whispered to 
my brother: "If 
you should happen 
to wake up before 
I do tomorrow 
morning, please call 
me so we can be 
outside with 'Hero' 
a long while before 
we go to school. If 
I wake up first I'll 
call you." How 
early we went out 
the next morning, 
I don't know what 
time it was, but we had been outside a long while 
when father and mother got up at five o'clock. 
We were very tired in school that day and I 
couldn't study because my thoughts went to my 
pony. 

It would be too long a story if I should tell 
you of all the fun and use we have had of the 
pony, but I'll tell you a few cute things that will 
show you how smart my cute little "Hero" is. 



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We always go out the back door when we go 
to the barn, or to feed the chickens and we 
always have something with us for "Hero," who 
has his liberty to go where he wants to in the 
whole yard. We give him sugar and bread, 
cake, fruits and scraps from the table. 

When he noticed that we always went out the 
back door with food for him he always came to 
that door, placing his front feet on the third 
step by the side of the door and stood there 
knocking and many times he has fooled us. 
We sometimes think it is somebody on two feet 
who wants to see us, but when we open the door 
there stands little "Hero" knocking, and when 
he sees us he begs with his voice as you know 
horses do, and he never begged in vain, I tell 
you. 

A little girl about 3 years old visited us one 
time. She liked to give "Hero" something to 
eat, but once she sat on the porch steps eating 
a piece of cake, that she wanted herself. "Hero" 
likes cake, too, and he walked right to the little 



girl and put his nose in her hands and took the 
cake. "Mind your own business," said the 
little girl, wholiad a very quick tongue, and had 
heard her parents say these words to her, but 
"Hero" swallowed the cake and walked on. 

_ If it happens that we don't have anything to 
give "Hero" when we come out he will put his 
nose into our hands and stand looking at us in 
wonder. 

He can jump upon the porch and down just 
as he pleases. If we play in the yard he follows 
us; if we run, he runs after us. All the children 
in the neighborhood like "Hero" and often come 
to our place and we have a good time playing 
with him. 

When we are out driving him we often meet 
automobiles and the noisy motorcycles that 
have scared so many horses, but my brave little 
"Hero" knows better than to get scared. I never 
saw a thing that could frighten him, so I think 
he is a sure enough little hero. 




"Beau" Given to Herriett Svendsen, Steele Co., Minnesota 




*"Beau' Drives Just Fine" 

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Since "Carlo" Came to Town 

By Harold Bush, Kandiyohi Co., Minnesota 



I always thought I wanted to own a pony, 
so one day last Spring about the first of Feb- 
ruary, I saw in the paper that the Webb Pub- 
lishing Company was giving away ponies and I 
wanted them to give me one. I knew I could 
have one just as well as not if I worked hard 
enough, because one of my little friends, Roy 
Brown, of McCook County, South Dakota, 
won a pony of the Webb Publishing Company 
and I knew if he did I could. I had seen his 
pony and he was awful cute, a real live Shetland 
pony. 



to school. He likes to eat clover blossoms out 
of my hat and the girls' aprons. 

A short time after we got "Carlo" and he 
wasn't accustomed to being away from the other 
ponies, we left him loose in the yard at night 
and he started back to the pony farm. Uncle 
John found him 13 miles from home the next 
morning, so you see he is some traveler. We 
went to a circus the other day. My, but "Carlo" 
did feel proud, because he was just as nice as 
any pony in the circus and I know he could 
learn just as many tricks. He will shake hands 




"Carlo" is a Member of the Bush Family 



The first thing I did was to send in $1.00 with 
two yearly subscriptions and they sent me my 
Certificate of Entry and I went to work in 
earnest. I worked hard every day I could. 
One man told me I would not get any pony. 
He said if I did he would give me 50 cents, but 
I haven't seen him since. Some day I will 
drive over and let him see "Carlo." He took 
the paper anyway so that helped some. And 
nearly everyone took my paper, so finally the 
23rd of May the Postmaster phoned us there 
was a letter for me from the Webb Publishing 
Company. So mamma went and got it and such 
news! I had won "Carlo." Before mamma got 
home all the neighbors and everyone in town 
knew I had won "Carlo." How happy I was! 
But I was still more happy when the depot 
agent phoned out and said our pony was there. 
That was May 29th. Mamma, papa and ever 
so many more people met him at the train, and 
such times as "Carlo" and I and my little sisters, 
Bessie and Viola, have had ever since. 

We go to town after groceries and we are 
sorry school is out, it would be so nice to drive 



and when he gets all the water he wants, he will 
upset the bucket with his foot. 

Last Saturday, mamma, Viola, Bessie and I 
went 10 miles to grandma's and back Sunday 
and it didn't take us very long to make the trip. 
The first time we hitched him to his little 
buggy, we drove to Aunt Maud's and she thought 
he was the nicest pony she ever saw. He looks 
so cute with his harness on, and his buggy is the 
best money can buy. He likes to come in the 
house or on the porch and try to eat my toes 
and the other day he tried to unbutton mamma's 
shoe. One day when mamma was brushing him 
he reached around and bit her but she just 
laughed because it didn't hurt one bit. 

We want to decorate the buggy and harness, 
but not "Carlo"; hedoesn't need it, and be in the 
parade the Fourth. We know he would take 
the prize. He isn't afraid of autos or motor- 
cycles. When anyone sees us together they stop 
and look and say, "What a cute outfit." 

One day two boys on bicycles came 10 miles 
to see "Carlo." One of the boys was in the 
contest too, but poor fellow, didn't get votes 



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enough. I know he felt bad about ft, Dut he 
got a nice rifle anyway. 

My parents are glad I won "Carlo" and so are 
all of my friends. Yesterday I gave Uncle Bert 
a ride in my buggy and Uncle Dannie a horse- 
back ride. The day the club met at home I 
gave all of them a ride but Grandpa, and he said 
he was too fat, but "Carlo" wouldn't care. 
They liked the ride very much. I wouldn't part 
with "Carlo" for any 
money. Every boy and 
girl should own a pony 
as it makes them so 
healthy to be out of doors 
so much and I cannot 
stay in when "Carlo" is 
out. I know he would 
get lonesome for me. ' 

Papa is going to roach 
his mane. Won't he 
look stylish though? and 
he will be cooler too. 
My, but he was proud 
the day he had his 
picture taken, just like 
he knew all about it. 
We have a white dog 
named ;"Smarty;" every 
place "Carlo" goes 
"Smarty" has to go. I 
guess he thinks we are all 




little and all belong together. 

Grandma and Grandpa Gachring think 
"Carlo" is the nicest pony in the world. Grand- 
pa Bush has not seen him yet, he is up to Uncle 
Mart's, but he is anxious to get home just to see 
"Carlo" and his nice outfit. 

When I call "Carlo" he sticks up his ears and 
looks around for me; thinks I am playing hide 
and seek, I guess. "Carlo" loves to go with me 
after water or eggs or 
to feed the little chicks. 
His feet are very tiny 
and he makes such cute 
little tracks. Papa says 
"Carlo" has better feet 
than lots of big horses 
and he trots awfully 
cute. I am very proud 
of him and his outfit 
and I thank the Webb 
Publishing Company 
again for "Carlo." I 
could write more because 
every day is just like a 
circus since I got "Carlo." 
I hope every boy and 
girl that wants one will 
work and get it of the 
Webb Publishing Com- 
pany because theirs are 
the best. 



?«Carlo," Harold and His Two Sisters 





"Prince" at a Porch Party 

Given to Norria Nupson, Fillmore Co., Minn. 



"Tony" Given to Maurice Himlc, Chip- 
pewa Co., Minn. Maurice Often Uses 
"Tony" as a Packhorse for His 
Boy Scout Patrol 



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"Off to the Store for Mamma" 

My Pony "Nipper" 

By Harold Cavanaugh, Warren Co., New Jersey 



"Nipper" is a lovely pony, so gentle and 
kind. He is a bay, 38^ inches high, and 
weighs 290 pounds. He knows when I have a 
piece of cake and will whinny for some and 
follow me all over until I give him some and if 
I don't give it to him he will come up and put his 
head over my shoulder and coax for some. He 
does this too cute for anything and we like to 
see him do it so much that we make him coax 
often. He is also fond of cake, pretzels and 
candy. When he gets thirsty he will come 
up to the door and ask for 
a drink by whinnying. 

Every day I take him 
for a drive and take my 
little brother with me and 
when my brother is asleep 
I give my playmates a 
ride. I have so many 
playmates that are always 
ready to go with me that 
I have to give each one a 
turn. Papa made me a 
little truck wagon and I go 
to the store for mamma 
and to the mill for "Nip- 
per's" feed and he knows 
when I go to mill, for on 
his way home I can hardly 
hold him, and as soon as 
he is unharnessed he is 
nosing around the feed bag. 

"Nipper" is admired by 
everyone along the road. 
These are some of the 
remarks I hear, "Isn't he 




"Coaxing for Cake" 

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cute." "My! What a beautiful pony." "He 
is too cute to be driven," and many other 
sayings. He has a beautiful tail and mane. 
When papa gets up in the morning he takes 
"Nipper" over in the grass patch where he is 
always ready to go. When I get up I clean 
his stable and then I bring him from the grass 
patch and give him a good cleaning. Then he 
gets his breakfast. 

I only had "Nipper" about a month when a 
man came to papa and wanted to know how 
much papa would take for 
him. Papa said he did 
not own him and that he 
should ask me and I told 
him I wouldn't sell him 
for any money. My cousin 
is so fond of him that his 
father is going to buy him 
one and when he gets his 
we will have great times 
together. 

There are so many more 
things that I could write 
about him, but it would 
take me all day to write 
of all the pleasures I have 
had since I have my pony. 
I value him more than 
anything I have or ever 
had, and I cannot thank 
the Webb Publishing Com- 
pany enough for giving me 
a chance to win such a pony 
as "Nipper." 




"Now I am Out of Doors All the Time" 



How "Roine" Played Doctor 

By Clarence F. Busick, Adams Co., Indiana 



I live seven miles from Decatur, Indiana. I 
won a pony in "The Farmer's Wife" contest. 
I was in the Christmas Contest of 191 1. My 
pony's name is "Roine." He is a beautiful 
dapple chestnut sorrel, with a pretty mane and 
tail. He is three years old. The day I re- 
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me as tho I could not wait until he would 
arrive. I was sick at the time and could not go 
and see him until he was brought home. When 
the doctor heard that I had won a pony, he said 
that was one of the finest things that I could 
have for my condition, to be out of doors all the 
time, and this was quite interesting to me. 
The weather was never too cold for me to go and 
see my pony, but I was not able to handle him 
at that time. But I am glad to say that I am 
now well again. The doctor says that "Roine" 
has done his share towards making me better 
and also The Farmer's Wife of St. Paul, Minn. 
When I go to the gate and whistle, "Roine" 



will come to me. I drive him to school. "Roine" 
will take me and my three sisters to school in 
much less time than we used to go. The 
children think that mine is one of the nicest 
outfits that a scholar could have to go to school 
with. I was absent from school for more than 
a year when I was sick. 

When I drive my pony out on the road people 
that meet me think that I have the nicest pony 
they ever saw. Lots of people have asked me 
and tried to buy my pony, but I will say to you, 
my dear friends that read my story, that I 
would not sell him for ever so much. 

I have not been able to teach "Roine" very 
many tricks yet on account of my sickness, but 
he will do most anything I want him to do. 
He likes to be hitched to the buggy and to give me 
and my sisters a ride, and is not afraid of autos. 




"He Will do Most Anything" 



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Hot Times With "Mickey" 

By Clarence and Lucy Bucholz, Minnehaha Co., S. Dak. 



Our papa and mamma take quite a few papers 
and we like to read them, and often saw adver- 
tisements in them of ponies being given away. 
We always wanted to try to get one but mama 
said she thought we couldn't get enough any- 
way, but we teased her so much, at last she 
said we could try, if papa would consent, think- 
ing that if we tried and got left, we would be 
satisfied and not tease her any more. 

Nearly every one tried to discourage us, say- 
ing we would probably get a sawhorse or else 
nothing. Even 
papa said to the 
last day we 
wouldn't get thir- 
ty cents. But we 
kept right on and 
had mamma on 
our side and she 
spoke a good word 
for us when she 
could. 

We were so 
tickled when we 
got word that 
we had won a 
pony that we just 
j u mped and 
shou t e d. 
" Mickey" was 
quite a while 
coming, owing to 
various delays 
and when he 
finally got to 
Brandon, we 
couldn't get him 

home for two days as it had rained so much the 
rivers were overflowed and the water was even 
over the bridges. The third day papa managed 
to get him home by going way around. My! 
we were tickled to see him. 

"Mickey" soon got so he would follow us 
around everywhere. He is about 43 inches 
high and weighed 245 pounds when he came, 
but is sleek and fat now so we think he 
weighs more than 300 pounds now. 

My sister Lucy rode "Mickey" after the mail 
several times so one day I thought I would ride 




Whose Turn First? 



him, as our mail box is nearly a mile from home, 
but "Mickey" dumped me off. He was only 
having fun with me, though, because I can 
ride him anywhere now. 

"Mickey" isn't afraid of autos and he likes 
corn and oats better than sugar. 

We did not get a buggy so couldn't drive 
our pony till just lately. One rainy day papa 
and the hired man made a little cart and fixed 
some straps for a harness. What fun we did 

have when they 
hitched him up. 
Papa went to get 
on the seat first 
and he slipped 
right off back- 
wards in the 
mud. Then the 
hired man got on 
and drove around 
some and stopped 
in the yard a 
while. Then he 
thought he would 
start out again 
but "Mickey" 
wanted to go in 
the barn and the 
man pulled on 
the line so sud- 
denly he tipped 
right over back- 
wards in the 
mud with the 
cart and pony 
on top of him. 
Nobody got hurt. 



How we all did laugh! 



One man offered $75.00 for our pony but we 
wouldn't sell him. Everybody thinks he is so 
cute. 

The first time we drove him to school the 
children all thought he was fine. One day the 
harness broke and he got away from us and 
ran right home into the barn and broke our 
cart, so we have to walk to school till we get 
another rig. Thanks many times for dear 
little "Mickey." 



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'•We didn't Hitch Him up Much on account of the Deep Snow" 

The Story of "Trusty" 

By Raymond Krueger, Washington County, Minnesota 



I am a boy twelve years of age, living in Wash- 
ington Co., Minnesota. As I always was inter- 
ested in Shetland ponies I often wished I could 
have one of my own. One evening as I was 
looking at The Farmer I was delighted to 
see that there was to be another pony contest, 
so I wouldn't let up until my parents gave their 
consent to let me enter this contest. I at once 
sent in my name and received a Certificate of 
Entry in a few days. 

Then I began to work hard and got quite a 
few subscribers in our neighborhood. When 
papa had a little spare time he would go out in 
his auto and help me in the contest, but 
many of our friends would try to discour- 
age us by saying this contest was a "fake." 
We were not discouraged for a girl in our neigh- 
borhood had won a 
pony in a contest be- 
fore, and so we kept on 
working until the con- 
test closed. 

I could hardly wait 
until the time came to 
hear who would be the 
winner. It was several 
days before Christmas 
when we received a 
telephone call saying 
that I was a lucky 
winner of pony, buggy, 
harness, saddle and 
bridle. 




Papa went to the station the next day to get 
"Trusty" (our pony). We were so tickled we 
could hardly wait until papa came home with 
him. Two of my sisters were sick in bed and 
they were so anxious to see "Trusty" that papa 
led him into the house. We all thought he was 
the dearest little pony we ever had seen. 

He is so attached to us now that he will follow 
us all around. We always keep something to 
eat in our pockets for him, for he is always look- 
ing for something. We give him the privilege 
of running around in the front and back yards. 
He comes to the back door every little while 
looking for some goodies. 

W T e could not hitch him up very much this 
winter for there was too much snow in the roads, 

but we are planning 
to have a fine time with 
him this summer. 



I am very thankful 
to the Webb Publish- 
i n g Company for 
"Trusty" and the fine 
outfit, and I hope that 
all the boys and girls 
who join the pony club 
will be rewarded as well 
as I was for my work 
and I am sure they will 
be if they really de- 
serve it. 



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Fuzzy "Wuzzy" 

By Frank McKissack, Madison Co., Tennessee 



I am so glad I joined The Farmer's Wife 
Pony Club, for I got one of the prettiest and 
sweetest little spotted ponies you ever saw. 













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But while I was working to win him I would 
get awfully discouraged sometimes as some 
people would refuse to take my paper and say, 
"You know you can't get enough subscribers to 
get a pony as there are so many boys and girls 
in larger towns who are working for them," but 
mother would tell me not to give up, so I got 
some of my friends to help me and I got one. 

His name is "Wuzzy" and when I call him 
he just comes running. We keep him out in 
the front yard most all the time and last spring 
mother wanted some flowers in the yard and he 




didn't bother them at all till they began to 
bloom and we commenced picking them to 
make bouquets. Then he would go and look at 
them and bite the blossoms off, but mother 
didn't scold much for she knew he just thought 
they were pretty and he looked so cute and full 
of mischief when he would bite them off. 

My little brother loves "Wuzzy" so. I was 
away on a visit ten weeks this summer and my 
little brother attended to him while I was gone. 
He rode after the mail for mother. He said 
when "Wuzzy" wanted water he would come 
right up the steps and into the house to get 
himself some water. My brother rode him a 
mile last Sunday to the station by himself. 

I never will forget the night my little "Wuzzy" 
came. My little brother and I had gone to bed 
and mother came and called us and told us our 
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Given to Julia Federer, Champaign Co., 111. 



"Loves to have us Play with Him" 

and the depot agent went with us to get him. 
He was the gladest little thing to get out of his 
crate and get to his new home. The little boys 
and girls came to see him next morning as soon 
as they heard he had come, and they would say, 
"I didn't think you would get a pony sure 
enough." They love to play with hirn. They 
will hug and kiss him and Oh! he is so pretty 
and sweet. I expect he gets lonesome when we 
are at school for he loves for us to play with 
him. 

I had a letter from a little girl in Jackson, 
Tenn., asking me to tell her about my little 
pony. Said she heard I got one and she wanted 
to join the Pony Club and if she has joined I 
hope to see her name with the lucky ones in the 
next contest. 

I must close but would love to write lots more 
about our dear little pony "Wuzzy." 



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"One Day We Led *Gus' Right Into an Automobile" 



The Joy of Winning and Owning "Gus 

By Frank and Vera Brown, Dakota Co., Nebraska 



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While looking over some papers one cold 
wintry evening in the fall, we noticed 
where many ponies had been given to children 
all over the United States by the Webb Pub- 
lishing Company of St. Paul, Minnesota. 

We at once read the ad over carefully and 
began trying to convince our parents that w.e 
could win a pony if others could. We filled out 
the blank in the paper and sent it to the Webb 
Publishing Company as they wished us to do. 

In about a week the required material with 
which to work came, and we at once started to 
get subscriptions for "The Farmer's Wife." 

We began by asking the neighbors nearest 
home before and after school. Papa gave us 
an old broncho to ride 
and we took turns at 
going out. 

As brother was only 
eight and myself ten 
years of age we had to 
be home by dark, but by 
so doing we soon had our 
first subscription blank 
of twenty subscribers 
filled out. 

How proud and en- 
couraged we felt over 
our first blank we sent 
in, and after this get- 
ting subscribers was not 
hard at all. 

Friends everywhere 
were very kind and be- 
gan to be very much 
interested in our work. 
We met with few dis- 
couragements and do 
not know howto express 




Vera, "Gns" and Frank 



our appreciation of the kindness shown us. 

After doing all we could near home before and 
after school, I realized that in order to win 
"Gus," I must work hard every day and not 
leave a day pass without getting some new 
subscribers. 

As taking subscriptions seemed to be a great 
schooling to me, I did not regret so much my 
having to miss several days of school work. 
While canvassing, I became acquainted with all 
the nearby towns; I learned the lay of the 
country and also learned much by writing 
continually, the work which is required of a 
contestant. Much knowledge is obtained also 
by meeting people of different classes. Before 

entering the contest, I 
hardly knew one piece 
of silver from another, 
but now can make change 
with any one in silver 
or paper. Since winning 
"Gus," I have received 
dozens of letters and of 
course in answering them 
have learned much 
about letter writing. 

The schooling alone 
was worth the time and 
energy spent even if I 
had not won a pony. 

Many a cold stormy 
day found me out can- 
vassing, for the old say- 
ing is, "Work Before 
Pleasure." 

After waiting anxious- 
ly for four days after 
the contest closed, a 
telegram came from the 



Webb Publishing Co., St. Paul, Minn., saying 
we had won "Gus." 

Now came pleasure after work. What joy 
at home and what a happy bunch of children! 

We were overcome with joy while receiving 
the telegram and quickly 'phoned the news to 
our kind friends and schoolmates. Within a 
week our dear little "Gus" arrived and brother 
and I went seven miles to the depot to meet 
him. 

We cannot tell you half the pleasure there is 
in owning a Shetland pony, and no child who 
works for one and wins will ever begrudge the 
time and energy spent. 

"Gus" is very useful as well as a pleasure. 
We go to Sunday-school and take music lessons 
with him and do many errands for papa and 
mamma. Taking the cows to pasture and 
bringing them home at night is a great help on 
the iarm. 



"Gus" is also full of tricks. He will lie down 
and go to sleep while we sit on him, jump the 
rope while I ride him, take lead pencils out of a 
man's pocket, come into the house to get a 
drink, eat sugar or anything good out of my 
hands, whinny when he sees us children coming 
home from school, turn the door knob to get 
into the house, and do many tricks which I 
have not time or space to mention. And one 
day we led him right into an automobile. 

It is hard for me to bring a story to a close 
when it is about my Shetland pony, but I must 
do so. 

In conclusion, I wish to thank the Webb 
Publishing Co. for their honesty, kindness and 
promptness in answering the many letters which 
I had to send them during the pony competition. 
Never shall I forget them. 




"Duke" Given to Dorothy Lee Eagle, 
Jackson County, Mo. 




"Foxy" and Charles McCoy, Story Co., Iowa 



Dear Pony Man: — 

We have taken our first ride behind "Duke" 
and cannob find words to express our pride and 
thanks to you for so beautiful an outfit. He 
is the excitement of the whole town and people 
are constantly coming to see if it is really true 
and all go away most agreeably surprised. 

Each day we all love "Duke" more and more, 
and are having many pleasant rides, in fact, we 
are very much acquainted with each other. 

Wishing a long life and prosperity to your 
nice magazine and with many thanks for your 
kind and generous treatment, I am, as ever, 

Your friend 

Dorothy Lee Eagle. 



Dear Friends: N 

I suppose you think I am a long time reporting 
about my pony coming, and how I like him but 
I guess I was so tickled over it that I forgot to 
write. I had my pictures taken and I have 
been waiting to get them so I could send them 
to you all at once. 

Well, I don't think any boy on earth is hap- 
pier than I was when my pony got here. "Foxy" 
gets cuter every day. We have been driving 
him to school every day. Everybody that sees 
him says that he is the nicest pony they ever 
saw. I am awful glad that I sent you my 
name and got him. I hope you will like the 
picture I am sending you. 

Your sincere friend, 

Charles McCoy 



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My Little Pony "Nap" 



By Susie Bratt, Spokane Co., Washington 




What More Could a Little Girl Want ? 



One rainy day I was sitting in the house 
reading a few little things in a farm 
paper when I came to a page that 
was covered with pictures of little ponies. On 
this page it said, "Any girl or boy who does us a 
little favor wins a pony." There stood "Honey" 
and her outfit. 
I asked mamma 
and papa if I 
could try and they 
said, " Well, I 
guess you can," 
so I signed the 
little blank and 
sent it off by the 
mail the next 
morning. 

In a few days I 
got a letter from 
The Farmer'sWife 
telling me about 
how to win a pony. 
That afternoon I 

went out to get subscriptions, and I had very 
good luck. When my sister and I got quite a 
few subscriptions, then papa went and helped 
me. I worked until the last day and then 
that night I sent them off. 

Then came the anxious days to see if I won 
"Honey." One day when the mailman came he 
said, "Do you wantmeto tell you about the pony," 
and asked how much I would give him to tell 
me. I said I didn't know and then he said, 
"I think the best thing you can do is to go to 
Cheney after the pony." Then I rushed in 
the school house and opened my letter that I 
got from The Farmer's Wife. They said I did 
not win "Honey" but they had shipped "Nap" 
to me. They had four ponies up and I won 
third. My sister teaches our school. She was 
a little disappointed but I wasn't because I 
was glad I won one of them. 

I went home just as quick as I could and 
told papa and mamma. Then papa hitched 
up and we went to town. It seemed like the 
horses could not go fast enough. When we got 
there I ran down to the depot and there stood 
little "Nap" in a crate just big enough for him 
to stand in. I put my arms around him and 
hugged him. We took him out of the crate and 
let him roll. Wa took him up town and every- 



one was out to see him. I thought I never 
would get up to the livery barn to give him his. 
dinner. When he ate we started out home. 
We thought we would let him walk a little way 
but he began to get tired so I got out and was 
going to walk with him. We live eight miles; 

from town and we 
were just four 
miles from home-, 
then. There was. 
a hill that had a 
bank on so when I 
came down there 
papa had backed 
up to the bank 
and unloaded the 
crate and we: 
backed him in. 
Then we came 
home quick. He 
just acted like he: 
was so glad he 
didn't know what 
to do. He would 
put his little ears up and try to put his little 
face up to ours. When we brought him home 
there were some of the neighbors at our place 
that night to see him. We put him to bed!, 
that night and he surely slept fine. 

The next morning I woke up early and went 
out to see him. Papa got me a cart in a few 
days and a harness. The night I got the cart 
I hitched him up and took some little children, 
home. It was moonlight when I came home.. 
I was very happy. 

We drive "Nap" to school. He and I run races.. 
I put my hand on his back and whenever I get 
ahead of him he starts out to gallop. He is a 
little black fellow and weighs 240 pounds at the 
present time. When we got him he weighed. 
225 pounds and he's gaining all the time. 

I never could love anything so much as 
I love "Nap." When he gets thirsty he comes 
up on the porch and wants to come in and get a 
drink. He eats salt, carrots, cabbage, apples, 
pears, oats, hay and potatoes. 

The people cannot tell me now that The 
Farmer's Wife doesn't give away ponies because 
I know they do and I can never thank The 
Farmer's Wife Pony Club enough for being ao 
good in every way. 



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"BOZZIE" 

By Esther Muller , Steele Co., Minn, 

I must say my pony "Bozzie" is the prettiest 
horse — a real horse and not a toy or a rocking 
horse. He will eat anything: cabbage, let- 




"Bozzie" Teasing for an Apple 

tuce, ca"ke, cookies, cheese and sausage — 
anything under the sun that is fit to eat 
and I can ride as fast as he can run. 
"Bozzie" will lie down with the saddle 
on him and I will straddle him and up he 
comes with me on his back. Sometimes 
my neighbor's girls come and see me and 
I let them ride "Bozzie" and how they do enjoy 
riding him. 

The Farmer gave me the pony for just a 
little work and the work was just as easy as 
falling off a log. Selling The Farmer is a snap. 
1 did not make any extra drives for selling The 
Farmer, just on Saturday in town. All my 
friends said The Farmer was the best farm 
paper they ever laid their eyes on. The Farmer 
sells so quick and easy. 

Now boys and girls you can win a pony just 
:as well as I did and if you boys and girls try I 
think you can make a success of getting a pony. 
I don't keep "Bozzie" out in the pasture 
but around the barn and orchard and the 
house and he will come right into the house if 
I open the door. 



"CURLY" 

By Viola Peterson, Ward Co., North Dakota 

As I promised you last spring I am sending 
you a picture of dear little "Curly." I 
have a lot of good times with "Curly" and I 
love him more every day. My little sister who 
is five years old can both ride and drive him and 
she certainly feels quite proud of it too, as you 
see in the picture. 

"Curly" looks so cute hitched up to the dear 
little outfit the Webb Publishing Company sent 
me. I just love to drive him and so do all my 
friends. I sometimes take them home with 
"Curly" but they always want to drive him, 
they say he is the dearest little pony they have 
ever seen. I can drive "Curly" anywhere; he 
is not afraid of either automobiles or motor- 
cycles. 

One day one of my friends wanted me to 
come down to her place so I went and took 
"Curly" with me. We had a lot of fun driving 
and riding him, but whenever we got out a 
little ways he wanted to go home and we had 
quite a hard time keeping him in the road. I 
stayed there for two days and when I started 
home "Curly" ran about all the way. He cer- 
tainly was glad to get back again, and mamma 
and my sisters said that they had been so lone- 
some for him all the time. 

Once when mamma was outside she called to 
me and said, "Viola, where is 'Curly'," but 
before I had time to answer "Curly" started 
to whinny trying to tell where he was. 

"Curly" likes to eat bread and apples, sugar 
and candy, and ever so many other things. I 




"Little Sister Bides 'Curley' »» 

could never part with him and thank the Webb 
Publishing Company a thousand times for 
sending him to me. 



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My Biggest Surprise 

By Eoy Pode wells, Rock Co., Wisconsin 



I am a little boy ten years old. I am going 
to tell you a story of my pony "Mogul." I was 
in school when my pony came. The express 
man called us over the telephone and told 
my mamma that there was a pony there for Roy 



cows home with the help of my collie dog. 
He can jump over a fence three feet high 
and if I tell him to stand up high he will stand 
on his hind legs. 

No money could buy my pony "Mogul." 



z *$£;. '- r v?§p 




"I Hitch Up and go after the Cows with my Collie" 



Podewells. Mamma told papa that the pony 
was there at the depot, so he went after him 
and brought him home and put him in the 
barn. And when I came home from school for 
my dinner mamma told me that there was a 
little black calf in the barn, so I went down to 
the barn and looked and to my surprise I saw 
my pony "Mogul." 

At first he wouldn't eat anything or notice me 
when I came in the barn. 
I guess he was home- 
sick for his mates. 
But now he eats every- 
thing I give him. He 
eats cookies, cake, pie, 
apples, peaches, pears, 
grapes and everything 
that's good to eat, and 
best of all he chews 
gum. I hitch him up 
after school and get the Roy and 



We have a pasture of alfalfa near the house and 
"Mogul" is in it all day long, and everybody 
that passes by and notices him, asks me if I 
want to sell him. I tell them he is not for sale, 
then they want to know if that's the pony I 
won for selling magazines. I tell them, "Yes, 
the Webb Publishing Company gave him to me 
for selling 'The Farmer's Wife' magazine." 
i\nd another thing my darling "Mogul" likes 

to do is to sneak into 
mamma's garden and 
eat ground cherries and 
carrots. 

I hope many more 
boys and girls will get 
subscribers and win 
ponies as nice as my 
pony "Mogul" which 
the Webb Publishing 
Mogul" at Work Company gave me. 

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My "Early Bird" 

By Edwin Larson, Worcester Co., Massachusetts 



My name is Edwin Larson. I am ten years 
old and I live in Worcester County, Mass. I 
won a pony named "Early Bird" from the Webb 
Publishing Company, and he's the cutest little 
pony I ever saw. He is 41 inches high, but he 



out and pets the pony when we get home, for 
she likes him so much. 

My pony likes apples and sugar. One day 
I had an apple inside of my blouse. I was going 




"Mamma Always Pets 'Early Bird' when we get Home" 



will grow some more, for he is only two years and 
six months old. I can drive him anywhere. 
He isn't afraid of anything and he is as strong 
as a horse. He can pull me and my two brothers 
and two sisters in his little cart no matter how 
far we want to go, and how he can run. I think 
he can run faster than some big horses. One 
day when I was out for a drive I met a man driv- 
ing and he asked me if I wanted to go on a race 
and I said yes. He got so far behind that I 
couldn't see him. My "Early Bird" can run 
like a deer and a good many of my chums would 
like to have him, but I won't sell him for ever so 
much money. I have lots of fun with my pony 
and I wish every boy and girl could get one. 
They don't cost much to keep because they 
don't eat much. 

I think "Early Bird" is a good name for my 
pony for I can take him out very early in the 
morning for a drive. He is always ready no 
matter how early it is. My father and mother 
have been out for a good many early rides this 
summer- and they like my pony just as much as 
I do. When we had this picture taken we had 
just been out for a ride. Mamma always comes 



to fool him and not give it to him, but he chased 
me all over the yard till he got me into a corner. 
There he unbottoned my blouse and took the 
apple. 

One day last winter I took an apple and buried 
it in the snow and I told him I had an apple for 
him and pointed out where it was and he started 
digging in the snow till he found it. He is 
awfully fond of snow. He likes to play in it, 
same as I do. We had lots of snow here last 
winter so I had lots of sleigh rides with my 
"Early Bird" and I hope I get some more next 
winter because it's lots of fun. 

One day last winter I let him out all alone. 
He started to run away from home. I was 
afraid he was going to get lost so I opened the 
door and called him and he came right back and 
jumped right up on the piazza where I stood. 
Then I gave him a piece of sugar and he was all 
right. 

I hope the Webb Publishing Company will 
give away lots of more ponies to girls and boys 
for I think they are the nicest pets anybody 
can have. 
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My Heart to Heart Story 

By Jeanette McCown, Lloyd Co., Indiana 



One evening last winter my papa was reading 
in his farm paper where the Webb Publishing 
Company gave ponies away to boys and girls 
who worked for them. Papa wrote them that 
night and as soon as I heard from them I joined 
the Pony Club and started to work selling papers. 

I wrote to my Aunt in Tennessee and Uncle 
in Kentucky asking them to help me secure 



Nobody can imagine how surprised and over- 
joyed I was to know that I had won "Rustler." 
I was the happiest girl in the world that night 
and I think it was the longest night I ever spent 
in my life for I could hardly wait to see him in 
the daylight. 

The next day was Easter Sunday. Papa 
turned him loose in the yard to eat grass and 




They all say, "Look at the Sweet Little Pony' 



subscribers, which they did willingly. My 
grandma, who is sick and seldom leaves her 
home, sold many papers for me by asking every- 
one who came to her house. Of course, they all 
took the paper from her because they knew 
what joy it would be to her to see me win a 
darling pony of my own. It seemed to be no 
trouble for everyone that helped me as well as 
myself, to sell the paper because it was such a 
good everyday paper. 

Some times I would have people say discour- 
aging things to me about the Webb Publishing 
Company not treating me fair, but I just kept 
on working all the more because I wanted to 
show them the faith I had in the Webb Pub- 
lishing Company. 

When the letter came telling me I had won 
"Rustler", mamma did not tell me because she 
wanted to surprise me. I did not know it until 
the night of his arrival, which was the night 
before Easter Sunday. My papa sent our 
driver to the depot to see if "Rustler "was there 
and sure enough he was, the dearest Easter gift 
in the world. He took him out of his crate and 
led him home. I was sitting in the dining room 
when I noticed mamma jump up and run to the 
door at the sound of something walking through 
the store. He was brought through the store 
into the dining room and right away brother and 
I saddled him and rode him around the room. 
We hugged and kissed him many times that 
night. He seemed to know that he was at home 
and there was a nice box stall and a good supper 
awaiting him. 



roll. There were many visitors to see him that 
day and for many days afterwards. His coat 
was very shaggy when he first came, but as soon 
as the weather was warm enough, we had him 
clipped and he soon became a beautiful pony. 

Every morning "Rustler" is well groomed and 
is fed a good breakfast with an egg put in his 
feed and an apple for dessert. 

I tied him in front of our store every day be- 
fore my buggy came and several times people 
would come up and ask where I bought him. 
One day a stranger came over where "Rustler" 
was tied and asked if I would sell him, but of 
course I said "No I will not sell him for any price." 

Several weeks after my pony came, I was 
riding him one day when a little neighbor boy 
wanted to ride. The saddle turned with him 
and he fell off. Away went "Rustler" trotting 
down the road and over to the depot where a 
crowd of people was standing. He stopped by 
them as if to say, "Somebody catch me." When 
we caught him a man with two children came 
over and asked me if I would sell him. When I 
said no, he asked me where I got him. You bet 
I was so proud of such a proud little runaway 
that I was delighted to tell him all particulars. 

"Rustler" is not afraid of autos, but is always 
full of life and attracts the attention of many 
people who say, "Look at the sweet little pony." 
I have not yet taught him many tricks but in- 
tend doing so. 

I have lived behind a grocery store in town all 
my life. Brother and I have never been very 
(Continued on page 100. ) 



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My Little "Babe" 

By Roy Brown, McCook Co., South Dakota 



Last July, just one year ago now, while 
looking through a paper I saw pictures of 
ponies and boys and girls who had won them 
and read how I could win one for my very own. 
I asked mamma and papa if I might try to win 
a pony and his outfit. They said I could, but 
that if I started I could not give up until the 
contest ended. I said I would never give up 
and I meant it, too. 

Well, I started out that very noon and got 
two subscriptions and sent them to the Webb 
Publishing Company next day so as to get my 



roached and it looked so good to me that I have 
always kept it roached. I rode him right into 
the stores that night to show him, and I was the 
happiest boy in that town. 

Many are the good times sister and I have 
had since "Babe" came to live with us. He has 
a little barn and pasture all his own to live in. 
I let all my little friends play with "Babe" and 
they like him almost as well as I do. He is so 
gentle and kind and is not afraid of anything. 

Last Fall I rode him to school a few days and 
when mamma would drive him to a neighbors 




"Babe" Posing for His Picture 



Certificate of Entry and a badge, and it was not 
long before I got an answer telling me what to 
do and my work began at once. It was not one 
bit hard to get subscriptions. It was such a 
good paper and my friends wanted to see me win 
a pony. At the end of the contest I sent in my 
final subscriptions. The days seemed like 
weeks, I was so anxious to hear whether I had 
won or not, and when the letter came saying I 
had won "Babe" and his dandy outfit, I was so 
happy and so were all my friends and even 
strangers that gave me subscriptions were so 
glad when I sent them word that I had won. 
Sometimes strangers didn't care to take the 
paper, but I showed them the pictures of the 
pony and outfit I was working for and talked 
just as nice to them as I could and they just 
took the paper and would laugh and say, "Little 
boy, I'd like to see you win that pony," and out 
would come their money in a hurry. 

The night "Babe" came, I went along to 
town with my papa after him. I was so happy 
when I saw him. He is a bright bay and white 
spotted, as cute as can be. He had his mane 



he wanted to stop at school and he would 
whinny to us children. When he would see me 
coming home at night he would come on the run 
to meet me. He will follow me all around the 
pasture. I take my mamma visiting and "Babe" > 
does not want to go at all without me. He will ' 
stop and look back at me and as soon as I get 
in, he trots off at once. Every morning when I 
go out he will whinny good morning to me — we 
are such good chums. 

My papa and I are teaching him some tricks. 
I'll tell you what he can do. He can stand on a 
chair with his front feet while sister and I slide 
down his back; he will lay down and play he is 
asleep. Sometimes my cousin and I turn somer- 
saults over him, he is so kind he would not hurt 
us if he could help it for anything. I often lie 
down right in front of him and he won't step on 
me. He will shake hands with anyone and he 
will follow me into anybody's house. I surprise 
people sometimes by bringing him into the 
house. 

During the winter months I couldn't have so 
much fun as it was so cold, but this summer I 



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am making up for lost time. Papa and mamma 
just love to see me ride my pony. They say I 
am getting fat since I ride so much and that 
makes me feel good. 

I always give my pony the best of care. He 
had such long hair during the winter, but now 
he has shed off so pretty and is so shiny that 
everybody says he is the prettiest pony they 
ever saw. He is so fat too. I have had lots of 



chances to sell "Babe" but no siree, nothing 
would buy "Babe." I love him more every day 
and I don't know what I would do without him,, 
I'd be so lonesome. 

I can never say enough for the Webb Pub- 
lishing Company. I thank them over and over 
for giving me such a nice pony and outfit. 
They did all they said they would and treated! 
me right. 




"Sparkle" given to Eloise Savage 
Codington County, S. D. 




Eloise and Her Two Little Brothers Are Perfectly Safe With "Sparkle' 

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ABOUT "BEAUTY" 

By Evelyne Russell, Greene Co., Arkansas 

I have just received my darling pony "Beauty," 
and I could never begin to tell you how proud 
I am of her. I know I am the happiest child 
in the county. 

Papa went to meet the early train, but she 




A Real "Beauty" 

did not come, so mamma and I went to meet 
the next train. The express man commenced 
to halloo and tell me the pony sure had come. 
I could hardly wait for the train to stop. 

I think she is the dearest little pony in the 
world. She seems to be well satisfied in her 
new home and we are all so proud of her. 

Any time I can speak a good word for The 
Farmer's Wife I will be so glad to do so. They 
have been so good to me. 




FRIEND "FLASHER" 

By Clarence R. Morgret, Cambria Co., 
Pennsylvania 

It was one night in January that I was looking 
through a farm paper and then I turned 
another page and on it was a row of Shetland 
ponies with boys and girls riding on them and 
at the top of the page were two ponies which 
were going to be given away free. The more I 
looked at it the more I wanted a pony for my 
own. 

Papa was at the doctor's that night and I 
asked mamma if I could write to The Farmer's 
Wife to see how to get a darling little pony for 
my own and she said I would have to ask papa 
and see what he would have to say about my 
trying to win. So when papa came I asked 
him and he said he didn't care, so I filled the 
blank and sent it the next day and pretty soon I 
got the pictures of the pony and some copies 
of The Farmer's Wife. Then I began to go to 
the peoples' houses around my place. 

The first time I went I was out for about an 
hour and got a dollar and fifty cents and they 
all said it was only a fake because The Farmer's 
Wife was too poor to give away ponies, but I 
knew better than that and believed every thing 




"Dot" and Gladys P. Cowley, Merrimack Co., 
New Hampshire 



Off For a Ride 

they told me and it was all true. Many a cold 
winter day people saw me out for subscribers. 

It was not long before the contest came to 
an end. Then I could hardly wait to see if I 
would win. One day I went down to take 
Papa's dinner down to him and the pony was 
on his car. How happy I was when I saw him! 
I could hardly wait till they got him unloaded. 
Everybody was looking to see why the car 
stopped so long and when I started to take 
"Flasher" up home everybody was asking me if 
that was my pony that I won. They said they 
didn't think I would win. My saddle and 
bridle came by parcel post. 

I have a dandy time with "Flasher," espe- 
cially in the snow during winter. 



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Dear Little "Bingo" 

By Jeanette Lansing, Dixon Co., Nebraska. 



When I first read about the Webb Publishing 
Co. giving away ponies to boys and girls, I 
could hardly believe it. I wanted to try and 
win one because Shetland Ponies are such jolly 
play-fellows and such dear pets. 

I started out to work and won "Bingo." We 
were all so happy when I received a telegram, 
Chnstmas eve, saying that I had won "Bingo," 
and could hardly wait until Christmas day to 
see him. He came on the noon train and from 
the very first he behaved perfectly and he is 
the dearest and best pony any child could have. 

I think almost everyone within ten or fifteen 
miles came to see "Bingo." Theydid not seem 
to believe that the Webb Publishing Company 
or anyone would give a real live pony away. 
They all thought he was a splendid pony and 
how fortunate I was to win him. 



'Bingo' for a forty acre farm?'* I told him I 
would not part with "Bingo" for any amount 
of money or anything else. Mother and Father 
love "Bingo" just almost as much as I do. My 
brother, two sisters and I have been very happy 
since we received "Bingo." My friends think 
he is just dear and love him very much. They 
also enjoy going out riding with him. 

I have just earned my first money with 
"Bingo." The other day I and my brother 
were out riding when a man came up to us and 
said: "I can't get anyone to deliver my gro- 
ceries; could you do it for me if I give you 25 
cents?" So I said, "you bet I can." Then we 
went down to the store and got several boxes 
of groceries and delivered them. Then the man 
gave us the money. "Bingo" seemed to enjoy 
doing it very much and I am glad he did. 




"Bingo" Ready for the 4th of July Parade. 



When I first got "Bingo," he weighed two 
hundred eighty pounds, but now he weighs 
three hundred pounds. When my friends ask 
me if "Bingo" is afraid of automobiles and such 
things, I am very glad to say that he is not. 

"Bingo" knows several tricks; he can shake 
hands and stand on a chair or box. I will now 
tell you how he acts in parades. He was in the 
Fourth of July parade. "Bingo" seems to 
know just when to turn the corners and follow 
the ones in front. There was a large rooster 
walking in front of him, but he did not mind it 
at all. There was a pony back of us and every 
once in a while, she would paw on the ground 
and try to get down and roll. I was proud to 
see "Bingo" act so nicely. 

"Bingo" does look so funny with his long 
winter coat of hair, but he is just as dear as ever. 
When I whistle, or call him he whinners and 
comes to me. 

One day a man said to me, "Will you trade 



Maybe I'll make lots of money with him now. 

"Bingo" will go in my pockets for apples or 
anything that is good. He will eat ice cream, 
peaches, or cherries out of a dish. He likes 
bread, butter, crackers, cake and cookies. 
Every time I come into the barn, he will smell 
around me to see if I have anything and if I 
have, he will get a hold of it with his teeth and 
eat it as if it was very good. 

"Bingo" has been all over our house except 
upstairs and we have not taken him up there 
yet. When I have something good to eat 
"Bingo" looks up in my face as if to say, "Please 
give me some for you know I like it so well." 
Then of course I give it to him right away. 

I will say that I love The Farmer's Wife like 
all the other pony winners for if it were not for 
their being so loving and kind as to give away a 
dear little pony like "Bingo" none of the happy 
children that have ponies would have them. 



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My Pony "Sultan" 

By Donald M. Robinson, Saratoga Co., New York 



You can not imagine how surprised and 
happy I was to get a letter from the Webb 
Publishing Company telling that I had won 
"Sultan" and his dandy outfit. I could hardly 



circus to the children as they all took turns and 
had a short ride. 

"Sultan" is not afraid of anything so my 
brothers and I have lots of fun driving out. As 




wait for him to get here. He is the finest pony 
ever, so gentle and always looking for some- 
thing good to eat. 

It was a great day all about us the day he 
was expected to arrive. All our neighbors and 
friends were just as anxious as we were to get 
him. 

The day of our Sunday School picnic I rode 
him over so all the children could see him and 
have a ride. It was as much of a treat as a 



my cousin living near us has a pony and cart 
we have good times driving around together. 

One day my mother opened the door to go 
into the woodshed and there "Sultan" stood, 
contented as a basket of chips, eating his fill of 
sweet apples. He is so fond of sugar cookies or 
anything and even eats with our kittens. 

I think the Webb Publishing Company the 
greatest and best company I ever heard of. 
They do everything just as they say they will 
and I hope lots more boys and girls will be able 
to earn a pony outfit. 




Julia Hill and "Woody" 

(See Story on Page 98) 

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"Queenie" given to Stanley J. Malicek, 
Redwood County, Minn. 

Dear Pony Editor: — 

I must let you know how I am getting along 
with my pony. I couldn't say thanks enough 
to you for that nice outfit. I have had her 
hitched up lots of times, and she drives so nice. 
Nearly everybody comes to see her and they all 
say what a pretty little outfit I got. She is 
feeling good; she is not lonesome. She likes 
oats. When I open the feed box she is scratch- 
ing and making noise and she always has to get 
oats the first one. 



"Trixie" given to Frank Harris, 
Yellowstone County, Mont. 

I must tell you how I was surprised Christmas 
Eve when my mother called to me that some 
one wanted to see me, when I opened the door 
there stood my father holding "Queenie" 
around her neck. Oh! you could just imagine 
how I jumped up and I took her in the barn and 
I fixed her a good supper. 

Wishing you good success, 1 am 

Yours respectfully, 

Stanley J. Malicek. 




"Ned" given to Jules and Ruby Kobelin, 
Yellowstone County, Mont. 



Dear Friends: 

When I first heard that I won "Topsy" and 
her outfit I was so tickled that I could hardly 
wait until she came. And when mv brother 




got her from the depot I felt awfully proud and 
happy. "Topsy" is nice and gentle and loves 
to play with all of us children. 

Your little friend, 

Olga Jaeger, 
Chippewa County, Minn. 



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All About "Prince" 



By Bernadine Kunkel, Bottineau Co., North Dakota 



I must tell you all about how I got my pony 
and what good times we have had with him since 
he came. One day papa told 
us about the advertisement in 
"The Farmer" and I at once 
became interested. That very 
day I walked through the 
deep snow to our nearest 
neighbor, about a mile away, 
to get the first subscription 
so as to join the Pony Club. 
After that I worked hard get- 
ting subscribers and some- 
times I went a good way from 
home to get them. When I 
had got quite a number of 
subscriptions and was in hopes 
of getting a prize, my younger 
sister took sick and I had to 
give up working. I was very 
disappointed to think that I 
couldn't work for the prize. 
I wrote to the Company and 
told them the circumstances. 
In reply they told me my 
chances were good and I 
should continue my work. 
That greatly encouraged me 
so I worked harder than ever. 

You can't imagine how 
happy I was when I heard 
that I had won a pony, nor 
how anxious I was until the 
pony came. Every evening 
at train time I would go to 
the station to see if "Prince" 
came. Finally he came. He 
was a little wild at first and 
I wasn't able to ride him 
much so I let one of our neigh- 
bor boys take him home with 
him and train him. In a few days he came 
back with him well broke to ride. Since then 




"Prince Can Play Tricks" 



I've ridden every day. Nearly every evening I 
go to the post office to get the mail. I take him 
with me to school and picnics 
and every place I go. Every 
night I get the cattle from the 
pasture. 

"Prince" is certainly a 
valuable and useful pony. 
I couldn't get along without 
him now. The children at 
school have good times riding 
him. The greatest desire is 
to have a pony like "Prince" 
and I hope that every boy 
and girl who works for a 
pony will get one. "Prince" 
likes cake and cracker-jack. 
He will come on the porch 
and eat from my hand. We 
can take him in the house. 
Everyone wants to buy him, 
but we will not sell him. 

I make "Prince" play tricks. 
He can stand on a box and 
papa holds him by the front 
feet and he will stand with 
my little sister on him. Every- 
body thinks he is nice. We 
took him to an ice cream social 
one night. He likes to eat 
oats and hay. I have looked 
carefully at all trie pictures in 
the "Lucky Pony Winners" 
but I cannot find a pony that 
looks as nice as "Prince" does. 

I advise any boy or girl who 
wants a nice little pony, to 
send to the Webb Publishing 
Company right away. They 
are so honest and treat all 
alike. I thank the Webb Publishing Company 
thousands and thousands of times for "Prince." 




Harriet J. Wallace, Cass Co., N. Dak., and her pony, "Partner' 

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My Maryland Pony 

By Isabelle Whitcraft, Baltimore Co., Maryland 



One day my mamma saw in a paper where 
the Webb Publishing Company would give away 
a pony for a little work. She asked me if I 
would like to have a pony and of course I said 



him. He is a cunning little fellow and knows 
a whole lot. When he is in his pasture and we 
want to put him in the barn, if he does not 
want to go he will not let us catch him if he can 




Out in the Field with the Threshing Crew 



I would, so we all decided to try to win one and 
finally succeeded. Of course, some people 
laughed at us while others called it a fake, but 
now they all think different. 

I have received letters from several girls 
asking about my pony and of course I answer 
and give them all the encouragement I can. I 
tell them the Webb Publishing Company is just 
as honest a firm as can be found and they will 
do just as they tell you and even more. 

I have had my pony "Toots" a little over a 
year now and I like him just as much now and 
even better than the first 
day I received him. I am 
very proud of the fact that 
I received the first Mary- 
land pony from the Webb 
Publishing Company. I 
will never forget the day he 
came. My Grandpapa went 
to Parkton to meet him 
and they never told me 
until I saw them coming in 
the lane. I hardly knew 
whether to laugh or cry 
when I saw him as I was 
so glad. 



I cannot begin to tell 
you the fun I have with 




"Three year old Brother can Bide Him" 

—82— 



help it. It is then hard work for papa to get 
him but my little three year old brother, Richard, 
can walk right up to him and catch him, but 
when "Toots" sees papa coming with the halter, 
he will pull away and run and then turn around 
and look at us. Richard can lead him around 
by the mane, drive him by his tail, walk under 
him (when mamma is not looking) and sit down 
in front of him when he is eating and hold him 
by his ears. My Grandfather says he thinks 
Shetland ponies know they are made for play 
things. Papa got us a little work wagon and 
we are going to help him do lots of work. 

Lots of people have asked 
me what I would take for 
him and I tell them I 
would not sell him for a 
thousand dollars. Maybe 
I do not know how much 
money that is, but I do not 
think it is any more than 
he is worth. I wish every 
little boy and girl could 
have a pony like mine. 

Again I wish to thank 
the Webb Publishing Com- 
pany for what they have 
done for me and hope 
some day I can do some- 
thing more for them. 



Since "Togo" Came 

By Harris Greer, Sharkey Co., Mississippi 



The days seem so short since "Togo" came 
that I have not found time to write a letter to 
you until today. We have had "Togo" with 
us almost three months and they have been 



"Togo" is a dandy. He is so gentle and 
kind. Sometimes all three of us ride him at 
the same time and if we fall off, he won't move 
a step until we get up. My little brother loves 




"Togo" Has Lots of Company 



three of the happiest months of my life. He is 
the dearest, cutest little pony in the world. 

The afternoon he came he was so tired, for 
he had such a long trip. Just think, he was on 
the train three days and three nights and when 
I brought him home and turned him on a beauti- 
ful green lawn way down here in Mississippi, 
he ran and ran for the longest time to exercise 
himself. At first he wouldn't eat a thing but 
grass. Now he will eat anything good. He 
enjoyed a nice watermelon every afternoon in 
the summer. 



him dearly and rides whenever he wants to. 
My friends are all fond of him and he has lots 
of company. Several of the boys and girls are 
going to try for a pony and I do hope they will 
get one, for they will never know how happy 
they can be until they get a Shetland Pony. 

"Togo" and my collie pup are good friends 
and spend much time together. He walks up 
the steps on to the front porch and makes him- 
self very much at home. 

I want to thank the Webb Publishing Com- 
pany for one of their lovely little ponies and for 
many happy days. 





Gypsy" Given to Francis Sample, Greenwood 
Co., Kansas. 

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"Bingo" Given to Alfred Boissier, Nassau Co.,. 
New York. 




'Everyone Says, 'Oh! Look at that cute little Pony' " 



« 



Buster 



jy 



By Gifford Tures, Brookings Co.* South Dakota 



When I first started to get subscriptions to 
win my pony, it was funny to hear the different 
people's opinions. One man would say, "Oh, 
you won't get anything; you are just wasting 
your time, so I won't take the paper." Others 
would say, "You must work like everything and 
show them what a Brookings County boy can 
do." Several took the paper for five years and 
nearly all the rest for two years. The first 
person to help was my school teacher. I sent 
in my last list of sub- 
scriptions the 25th day of 
May, 1912, and very 
anxiously waited to hear 
the winner's name. On 
the morning of the 28th 
I received a telephone 
message that I was the 
winner of "Buster." 

You can't begin to 
imagine how tickled my 
two brothers and sister 
and I were. We danced 
around as if 



rived in Elkton the 30th of May at about 
four o'clock in the morning. The drayman took 
him home with him and took him right in the 
bedroom where his little girl was asleep. She 
always calls him her pony. I went up after him 
that forenoon and rode him home. We are all 
in love with "Buster." He is crazy for apples, 
sugar, salt, and eats ice cream, bananas and 
bread too. 



"Buster" just loves 



we were 



crazy, jumping over 
chairs and we even up- 
set a big can of floor 
paint. I went to Elkton 
(we live six miles from 
the town) the evening 
of the 28th and was very 
much disappointed when 
he did not arrive. 
Neither did he come on 
the 29th, so we left 
word with the drayman, 
that when he came he 
should take him out of 
his crate and let me 
know. "Buster" ar- 




"Will You Have Lemonade, 'Buster?' 

—84— 



to run races. When I 
first got him my father 
thought he could run 
faster than "Buster" 
could because he was so 
small, so we ran a race 
and I beat him a long 
way. If a buggy or 
wagon comes up behind 
me when I have him 
hitched he won't let it 
go by and if an auto 
goes around us, he runs 
as fast as he can to try 
to catch it, but he 
can't go quite as fast 
as an automobile. 

When I take my 
pony, "Buster," to town 
everyone on the street 
says, "Oh! Look at. that 
cute little pony." They 
all think it so strange 
that he hauls such a 
large load so easily. 

I got my pony a year 
ago today and I am sure 
I think a great deal more 
of him now than I did 
then. Why, I would 
not take three hundred 
(Continued on Page 130.) 



J^"' 



How I Got My Pony "Rattler" 

By Carl P. Forster, Bristol Co., Mass. 



One evening my papa was looking over a farm 
paper and he called me to his side and asked me 
if I would like to own a little Shetland pony. I 
said that I would love to have a pony so I could 
learn to ride him and do other pleasant things. 
Papa said that the Webb Publishing Company 




Coming Out to Play 

was giving away ponies to every boy and girl 
who joins The Farmer's Wife Pony Club and 
works earnestly. 

I became a member but didn't think I could 
win a pony, for the contest had already started 
and I had only six weeks to work in. Then I 
went right to work getting subscriptions for 
The Farmer's Wife. My two sisters, father 
and some friends also helped me get my pony. 
Many people discouraged me by saying nobody 
gives ponies away free, they cost too much, but 
I worked right up to the last minute. 

Oh, how impatiently I waited for the next 
week to hear whether I had won a pony. Every 
day I ran home from school to ask mamma if I 
had a letter, but the first of January was 
my lucky day, when the Webb Publishing Com- 
pany informed me that I had won a pony 
named "Rattler." How I jumped and 
danced for joy. I made mamma's cake fall 
which she had just put into the oven to bake. 

Well, my little pony came about 1,000 miles 
and was on his way to me the middle of January 
in that very cold spell we had. I think he 
would have frozen to death if it hadn't been for 
his long shaggy hair. Papa went to the rail- 
road station five or six times before he arrived. 



He got here on January eleventh on the 10 
P. M. train and we could not get him that 
night but had to wait until the next morning. 
How cunning he did look! Poor fellow, he was 
very tired and did nothing but lie down for a 
whole week. Of course, he did not look so 
slick with his shaggy hair but after we had 
cared for him a little while he looked so different. 
We are not accustomed to horses but he is so 
tame he will let you do most anything with 
him. We wash him and Oh! how his hair does 
shine. I think he is the prettiest pony I ever 
saw and my friends think so too. 

He has learned so many cute tricks since we 
got him. He likes to follow me and my sisters 
when we go to the neighbors to play. If we 
don't take him and he is out in the yard, he 
lifts up the bars and follows us. He will also 
come to our back door and beg with his foot 
for sugar, apples or cake when he has had 
enough grass. He shakes hands and also 
shakes his head when we tell him to go in the 
barn to get his meals and he neighs when he sees 
us coming to him. 

I would not part with my little pony at any 
price now. We have been offered one hundred 
and fifty dollars. Another man told us he 
would be worth three hundred when he is full 
grown. I shall always be thankful to the Webb 
Publishing Company for sending me my little 
pony which I would not have now if I hadn't 




The Whole Family 

joined the Pony Club. I wish that every boy 
and girl could have such a pretty pony as mine. 
They would not regret working for the Webb 
Publishing Company and be as generously 
rewarded as I was. 



The Best "Sportsman" 

By Harold A. Pierce, Waushara Co., Wisconsin 



I want to tell you and all inquiring friends 
"how pleased I am with my pony and outfit. 
When the time came for the pony to come my 
brother and Papa and I went to the depot to 
meethimbutwhen the train came in no pony, and 
we kept this up for two nights. Everybody said 



dining room door and want to come in. One 
day I led him in the dining room and we had 
just finished breakfast and he walked up to the 
table and ate the crumbs off baby sister's plate. 
He is just as gentle as a kitten and very kind 
to us. He eats apples, candy and anything 




"Papa Made Us a Cutter" 



my pony would not come, but I knew he would 
and sure enough on the third night when the 
train rolled in the express man opened the door 
to the car. I heard a pony neigh and how tickled 
I was for there he was in the crate all decorated 
with ribbons on his tail and mane. Then a 
little later the saddle, bridle and harness and 
rest of the outfit came by express. 

Then when snow came Papa made a cutter 
and so you can see us in the picture with "Sports- 
man," that is my pony's name, hitched up. 
We ride him and drive him all over and when 
we turn him out to play he will come to the 




Alfred Hokenstad, Dane Co., Wisconsin, Driving *'PoIIy' 

—86— 



you give him. "Sportsman" is so gentle that 
we can do anything with him and he is a trick 
pony and can do 21 different tricks. He will 
tell how old he is by pawing with his foot, lie 
down and let you get on and then get up, roll 
over, stand on his hind feet, shake hands, etc., 
— but I don't want to take up so much room 
telling you his tricks that I can't tell you of 
my joy and I am so happy to think that I've 
got a Shetland Pony all my own. 

Anybody that works for the Webb Publishing 
Company will certainly get paid for their work. 
When I started to get subscriptions for their 

paper everybody told 
me I would not get 
enough to get a 
pony, but I just kept 
going and now I have 
got my pony and he 
is a dandy and I have 
the Webb Publishing 
Company to thank 
for all my generous 
treatment. I will be 
glad to correspond 
with anyone person- 
ally in regard to 
their reliability. 

I will close with 
best wishes to all who 
try for ponies from 
the Webb Publishing 
Co. also to the Webb 
Publishing Co., who 
made it possible for 
me to have a pony. 




"'Spot' Soon Learned to Do Cute Tricks" 

The Right "Spot" 

By Ina Zoe Pruett, Richland Co., North Dakota 



I had always wanted a pony but I never 
dreamed of earning one myself until one day I 
saw an advertisement in a paper, saying I 
could earn one like so many other little boys 
and girls had done. After getting mamma's 
and papa's consent to write and see what work 
I had to do, I wrote. In a few days a letter 
came from the Webb Publishing Company, 
telling what I should do and I started at once 
to work. People did not seem to think very 
much of getting a pony in this way and many 
prophesied that there would be no pony given 
at all, but I worked on until the last minute. 

One day when papa was in town, he got a 
letter saying I had won "Spot." Papa knew 
how anxious I was, so he telephoned to me. 
Even after this letter 
came many said it was 
all a fake and that I 
would not get it. 

One day grandpa, 
who had come home 
on the same train with 
"Spot", telephoned 
that my pony had come 
and that he would 
help take him from the 
car. A great many 
people watched us lead 
him home. Everyone 
wanted to see "Spot" 
as soon as they heard 
I had won him. All 
those who saw him 
thought him very 
pretty. 




«'Tango," Given to Erwin E. Wardian, Stearns Co., 
Minnesota. 



"Spot" soon learned to do some very cute 
tricks. One day while I was petting him he 
got a hold of my hair ribbon and pulled it off. 
Before I could get it away from him, he had it 
all chewed up. Another time while I was at 
Mr. Kine's on "Spot" Mrs. King came in from 
the garden with a head of cabbage in her hand. 
She came up to pet "Spot." He did not wait to 
be asked to have some cabbage, but reached 
out his head and began to help himself. 

We always carry feed in a tin tub to the 
barn. When "Spot" hears the rattle of the 
tub he comes running to get something to eat. 
One day mamma got some kindling in the tub 
instead of feed and "Spot" followed her nearly 

all the way to the 
house, thinking that 
the kindling was feed. 

I would not take 
any amount of money 
for" Spot "and the dear 
little saddle and bridle 
that the Webb Pub- 
lishing Company sent 
me for so little work. 

I wish to thank the 
Webb Publishing Com- 
pany for the pony and 
I will tell all the little 
boys and girls who 
want one, how they 
can earn one as I 
did. 



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A Real "Wizard" 



By John Kenyon, Fairfax Co., Virginia 



My name is John Kenyon, I am six years old 
and was born in the dear old State of Virginia, 
county of Fairfax, where I now live with my papa 
and mamma. My daddy is a farmer, very fond 
of good stock, especially good horses and I 




All Aboard ! 

naturally take after my dad. From the time 
I was a little tiny boy just large enough to get 
my legs across a horse's back I have ridden 
them in from the fields where they have done 
their day's work and now that I am really able 
to ride and am getting to be a big boy I have 
realized my ambition to own a little horse of 
my own, just as my daddy did when he was given 
his first driving horses. 

When my mamma told me I might enter the 
pony contest conducted by The Farmer's Wife, 
goodness how glad I was, and Oh, how hard I 
did work amongst all our neighbors and friends 
and the trips I did take way out in the surround- 
ing country to get subscriptions to The Farmer's 
Wife. My heart used to throb just so hard 
when I used to think of the good chance I stood 
of winning "Wizard" and when my mamma 
received the letter telling me I had won her I 
was so excited to think I would have a chum 
and companion such as "Wizard" has proven 
to be. 

My "Wizard" is surely a dandy pony; she is 
so bright and alert at all times; in fact mamma 
thinks she is too alert, for several times she has 
stolen over to our back porch and drunk the 
milk which had been put there to cool; and I 
know my granddaddy, who is in the feed 
business, has missed a whole lot of feed for 
when I get on "Wizard" she makes her way to 
the store and helps herself and when she gets 



enough she just naturally walks out. But I 
know my mamma and granddaddy don't care 
what "Wizard" takes for they love her as much 
as I do. 

When "Wizard" first came to my house, my 
dog "Mike," which you see in the picture, was 
a little bit jealous of her and I don't think 
"Wizard" liked him very much, but now she 
has become used to having him around, for every- 
where "Wizard" and I go "Mike" goes too, and 
she seems to miss him if he isn't with us. "Wiz- 
ard" has many other attractions for me and my 
daddy and mamma are mighty glad I won her 
for now I don't have to crowd in the buggy 
with them when they go out but I ride her and 
she stays right with our horse, too. All of my 
little friends are great admirers of my pony and 
I have let them all ride her around the yard, 
but of course I would not let them go out on 
the road with her because she might go too 
fast and spill them off. 

I do lots of errands for mamma and daddy 
and always ride "Wizard." It certainly would 
make me feel bad to have anything happen to 
her and I would have to walk again. 

I certainly hope more little boys and girls will 
work as I did and win ponies from The Farmer's 
Wife, for they are certainly great to have 
around. The Farmer's Wife is a great paper, 
too, it not only gives ponies to little boys and 




Look Pleasant, Please 

girls but it tells them how to take care of them 
after winning them and then the manager of the 
Pony department is so kind, if he ever comes 
to Washington I hope he will come to see 
"Wizard" and me, for we don't live very far from 
there. 



My Dear Pony, "Inez" 

By Edwin Koberstein, Goodhue Co., Minnesota 



One day while looking over a farm paper I 
saw a page of Shetland Ponies and thought 
I would try to win one of them, so the next day 
I sent in the Certificate of Entry. As I was 
getting subscribers one day, I met a man and 
I asked him if he wanted to subscribe and 
he said "yes." Then I told him I was 
going to try to win a pony and he said, "Oh! 
that's it." Then he said, "Gitdap! Gitdap!" 



ice cream and all good things. She goes on 
our big porch and is the pet of all the neighbors. 
In the summer she comes up to the house and 
begs for something to eat. Last summer my 
little sister was eating her breakfast and "Inez" 
came up to her and begged it away from her. 
One day I thought I would make a sled, so 
I took one of papa's old sleds apart and made 
some shafts and it looked pretty good. I also 




"Smallest Express Outfit in the State" 



and let me stand there, but it only made me 
laugh. I thought he was pretty stingy. I met 
several like that but I didn't care. 

When the contest closed I was anxious to 
hear who had won "Inez." One day I got a 
letter that I had won 
"Inez." I jumped way 
up and my sister asked 
me if I was getting a 
little crazy, and I hol- 
lered, "Oh! Marie, the 
pony has come." And 
my little sister, Pearl 
said, "Oh! goody 
goody!" I called up 
lots of children and in 
the morning when I 
came to school I was 
very happy. I have 
very much fun with my 
dear little pony, "Inez." 

"Inez" is a beautiful 
pony, so cute and so 
smart. She is 40 inchel 
high and weighs abou 
350 pounds. I love her 
dearly and for jfun, she 
is the best chum I have. 
I have a cat and two 
dogs but none as good 
as "Inez." She eats 




Clarenee Grover and "Star" 

(See Story on Page 7) 

—89— 



drive her around a lot in a little express wagon 
on which I put some shafts. This is probably 
the smallest express outfit in the state. "Inez" 
always likes to be out. Last summer we used 
to lead her all around the yard. I hope all 

you children who are 
trying hard to win a 
pony, will get one. 
Everybody said, "Oh, 
you will get a wooden 
pony or else a rocking 
horse." My teacher's 
sister said her little 
cousin was trying to get 
a pony too, but he 
never heard of the Com- 
pany any more. Then 
I said, "There aren't 
very many Companies 
that are as true as the 
Webb Publishing Com- 
pany either." Every- 
body laughed at me but 
I didn't care, I let them 
laugh just as much as 
they wanted to, and I 
laugh now. When they 
saw they couldn't get 
me discouraged, they 
took the paper. 




John and "Busy" Leading the Firemen's Parade 

How I Got "Busy" 

By John H. Albrccht, Jr., Camden Co., New Jersey. 



Mamma went to town one day to do a little 
shopping so she sent me with my little brother 
over to grandma's until she came back. While 
Brother and I were playing it began to rain so 
Grandma made us come in the house and play. 
She gave us a lot of paper to write on and play 
school with. She also gave us some books and 
magazines to look at. In looking through the 
magazines, I found one called The Farmer's 
Wife, and taking it by the name, I looked through 
it, thinking I might find something that would 
help papa in his garden work. I did too, but 
when I looked a little farther, I saw a dear 
little Shetland Pony. This made me 

forget everything else, 
as I have wanted 
papa to buy me one 
for such a long time. 
I showed the pony to 
Grandma and asked 
her if I could cut it 
out, as I was going to 
ask papa if he would 
buy me one. Grandma 
said I could cut it out, 
so I did. 

It did not stop 
raining all that day 
so I had to stav at 




I joined the Pony Club for luck; not expecting 
in the least to get a pony, as everybody that I 
would mention it to said I was only wasting 
time as The Webb Publishing Company could 
never afford to give me a pony for nothing. Some 
people would say, "Don't bother with it, John, 
they will send you one cut out of paper." I 
began to get discouraged myself a little then, 
but I wanted a pony and I knew the only way 
I would get one was to do my best and try to 
win. As papa said, "Nothing tried, nothing 
gained" and this proved true with me. I had 

nothing to lose so 
started out one day to 
get subscriptions. I 
got a few and when 
papa saw I was in 
earnest, he started out 
and mamma, too, to 
help me. Before long, 
we were all getting 
subscribers easy. The 
time went by so fast 



Grandma's until mam- 



"Hauling Hay For Papa.' 



that it did not seem 



ma came after me and I was getting restless 
waiting for her, because I could not wait 
until I showed it to mamma and papa. At 
last mamma came and we went home; not 
long after papa came home from his work. 
Before he even had time to kiss me, I told 
him I wanted a pony. He laughed at me at first 
when I asked him and tried to discourage me, 
but I still bothered him, till he finally con- 
sented to let me write to The Farmer's Wife 
to find out how I could get a Shetland Pony 
free. Finding out how easy it was to get one, 



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any time till the last day came. Then came 
the anxious moments. Day after day I would 
sit at the station watching the freight cars 
being unloaded to see if I had won my pony, 
but none came for over a week and I was 
just about giving up hopes for winning when, one 
day while I was playing outside, the mail 
man came along and called to me, "John, here 
is a letter for you." You should have seen my 
face brighten up. I was all smiles when I read 
it. It said, "Dear John, you have won your 
pony and it will be shipped in a few days." So 
it did come a couple of days after. 

(Continued on Page 107.) 



Dear Little "Bonnie" 

By Amyle Kafer, Carroll County, Iowa 



One evening I was looking through The 
Farmer's Wife and I saw a picture of a pony all 
hitched up ready for a drive. I had always 
wanted a p'ony so I read it over and over. It 
told how a boy or girl could win a pony without 
paying a cent. Oh! how delighted I was to 
know any little boy could have a pony. I asked 
papa what he thought of it. He just smiled and 
saiid: "Try if you like." So I entered the con- 
test and began to work. 

Some of my friends tried to discourage me; 
they said there is no use trying, it was only a fake; 
others said to do my best for the contest was per- 
fectly fair and all right. 



give it up. Wednesday was a beautiful day, 
the sun seemed so bright and all the birds seemed 
so happy. I did not care to go to the depot. I 
was so down-hearted I began to think it was a 
fake. But my playmates said: "We won't 
give up, I know she will sure come today. " We 
strolled down the back way so the men and boys 
up on the streets would not see us. It was just 
time when we reached the depot for the west- 
bound train. The train pulled in and the car 
door was opened and in it was a pony crate with 
a little black Shetland pony. I rushed to the 
car and on the crate was my name. How my 
heart beat with joy! I can not tell how, but I 




"Bonnie" Taking Amyle and His Friends Hunting 



Soon came the close of the contest and I mailed 
my last subscriptions that night. Finally Sun- 
day morning came and the postmaster received 
the news that I had won. But, Oh dear, the 
Webb Publishing Company thought me a 
girl as the notice to the postmaster stated a 
little girl by the name of Amyle Kafer had won 
a pony by the name of " Bonnie. " And how dis 
appointed I was; I laughed and I cried to think 
I was not the one to win one of those beautiful 
ponies. After I had read the notice over several 
times I began to think it was only a mistake and 
that they had taken me for a girl. It was the 
best news that ever came 
to me. I cannot tell how 
glad I was that I would 
receive a dandy Shetland 
Pony. 

How delighted I was to 
know I would have my 
pony Christmas day for 
Grandma always has a tur- 
key Christmas and all the 
grandchildren would be 
there and I could show off 
my pony in great style- 
But Christmas came and 
no pony and the next day, 
the next and next, I met 
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Starting for the Parade 

--91— 



was in the express car before the express man 
could unloosen her. She was so nice and tame 
and we uncrated her at once. I mounted her 
and rode up through Main Street calling to 
everyone I saw, "Here is my pony, I knew she 
would come. " 

I used to live in town. On our place, we had 
an awful large barn. I tell you it wasn't much 
fun to help keep it clean until "Bonnie" came. 
But she made things different. I throw down 
enough hay for the other horses and I feed them 
too. I d.d not know what to do with myself at 
vacation. I used to be so lonesome but when 
"Bonnie" came there was 
plenty of boys around to 
help me ride her. Some- 
times we play circus and 
then she is the race horse, 
we would ride around the 
house and barn and play 
that was our race track. 
Sometimes I would try to 
ride standing up on her 
back, but that didn't work 
very often because I would 
slip to the ground. It 
didn't hurt much though as 
J did not have far to fall, 



I' just jumped. The boys all like me better 
since I got "Bonnie." They let me play with 
their toys now and I think I like the other boys 
better, too. I used to go after the milk in the 
evenings with my brother on ahead of me, or if 
I wanted to I could ride over to my grandfather's 
farm and get a big dinner and "Bonnie" would 
get a big dinner too. 

I am only nine years old 
and I started to school when 
I was five years old. It is 
one and a half miles from 
my home to school and how 
tired I would get. But 
now I do not mind that as 
I have my Shetland Pony 
to ride. This little pony is 
about 43 inches high, so 
that although I am not very 
tall I can get on her back 
quite easily. At school I tie 
"Bonnie" to a tree so that 
she can eat grass. 

At recess the children 
like to play with "Bonnie." 
At noon I ride her home to 
dinner and then back to 
school. If the children 
have candy or cookies they 
have to be careful or the 
pony will get them. She 
will, sometimes, go by herself on Saturdays 
She is not much like us boys, we like to stay out 




"Bonnie" and Her Chums 



treasure of my heart and I just love her with all 
my heart. Anyone could not help liking her she 
is so pretty and shiny black. 

She will follow us boys wherever we go. She 
loves to be in the orchard and eat apples. I 
haul the cans of buttermilk from the house to 
the pigs and I haul the corn to the horses. I 
and "Bonnie" have plenty 
to do now and I like the 
farm better than town. 
There wouldn't have been 
any fun in anything if it 
hadn't been for "Bonnie." 
She did it all. She made 
me like town better when I 
lived there, now she makes 
me like the farm best. 

Just as soon as I wake up 
in the morning I think 
of "Bonnie" and the good 
time I am going to have 
with her that day and then 
when I go to bed at night 
I go to sleep thinking 
about what fun all us boys 
had with her going hunt- 
ing or riding races or all 
the things we did. 

If only lots of other boys 
and girls could have a 
pony like "Bonnie" I am 
sure they would be very 
happy for a pony is the 
best chum ever. And I also want to say that 
the Webb Publishing Company used me fine and 



I could not part with my pony for she is the did everything just as they said they would. 




All Ready for the Bareback Bide 

"King" siven to Victor J. Breitbach, Dubuque Co., la. 

—92— 




'Papa Made a Little Portable Yard" 



How We Won "Cinders" and What We Do 

With Him 

By Elsie and Ralph Brown, Worcester Co., Mass. 



We joined The Farmer's Wife Pony Club with 
the idea of winning if it was in us to do so. The 
paper sold very well but we found quite a few 
people that wanted to take it that did not have 
the money, so we took their order and told them 
we would call for the money later. Of course, 
that was extra work but we did not mind, for 
we finally won "Cinders" and he is just a dandy. 
He is sorrel and white and the prettiest one we 
have ever seen. 

Papa made a portable yard for "Cinders" that 
is sixteen feet square and put together with 
hinges so it will fold up when not in use. I 
put him in out in the field and we move it around 
from place to place so he has nice green grass 
all the time and we know right where he is. 

One morning we were a little late in starting 
for school and papa did not say anything to us 
but went out to the barn and harnessed up our 
pony to a little buggy that he had just made 
over and when we came out we were surprised 
to see "Cinders" all ready 
at the door. Papa said, 
"Come on and I will take 
you to school." Ralph and 
I got in and the pony was 
off like a shot for school. 
When we got down on to 
Main St. the children were 
just going to school and it 
was funny to see about 
fifty children running along 
behind us, but "Cinders" 
did not mind it a bit, if 
anything it made him go 
faster. When we reached 
the school house we were 
surrounded by all the boys 
and girls in the school, 
teachers and all, and they 
all wanted to pat the pony. 
He shook hands with 




Playing Cowboy 

—93— 



everyone that could reach him and they were 
just crazy about him. 

I know you would laugh if you could see my 
brother playing cowboy. He fastens a rope 
around the cow's horns and plays he has roped a 
steer. 

"Cinders" comes right up the steps and in 
the house and there isn't anything too good for 
him. We have taught him to jump over a 
hurdle and he does it awful cute — jumps over 
and turns around and jumps back. One day 
papa put Ralph on the pony's back and told 
him to jump over. He went all right but when 
he landed on the other side Ralph was under 
his feet. "Cinders" never moved a foot until 
Ralph crawled out laughing. 

My papa works nights and when he comes 
home about 12 o'clock he goes out to see "Cind- 
ers" and he ^eerns to be waiting for him. He 
always brings him home something to eat, 
candy or something sweet. 
Papa has taught "Cinders" 
to follow him around. 
Sometimes he will ■ start 
down the street on the run 
and the pony after him. 
Just as he gets almost up 
to him, papa turns around 
and runs the other way 
and it is so cute to see 
"Cinders" turn after him. 
We live near quite a 
large town where they have 
street cars and one day I 
was riding "Cinders" along 
the street when one of the 
street car conductors said, 
"Don't you want a ride,"? 
and I said "Yes, if you 
will take the pony, too." 
(Continued on Page 129.) 



"Tatters" 



By Gordon Kniffin, St. Louis Co., Minnesota 



Now I am going to tell you all what fine times 
I have with my dear little pony "Tatters." I 
won him last May. When I told my friends 
that I was going to try to get a pony by getting 
subscribers for The Farmer they laughed at me 



tent and the first thing they went to >vas 
my pony. I could have sold him every place 
we stopped but I would tell them that he wasn't 
for sale. 




We're Off! 



but I knew the Webb Publishing Company 
did just as they said they would so I just let 
them laugh and I worked all the harder. 

We lived at Foreston, Minnesota when I won 
my pony and the 4th of August we started to 
drive through to where we are now at Bear 
River, Minn. It was nearly three hundred 
miles the way we came. Papa got me a little 
cart and harness for my pony so that I could 
drive him myself on the road here and I just 
wish you could have seen him. He would haul 
when we would come to big hills and bad roads 
and he was just as fat as he could be all the way 
and some days we would 
go 30 or 35 miles in 
one day and he wouldn't 
be as tired as the big 
horses were. And when 
we would go through a 
town there would be a 
dozen or more boys and 
girls that would follow us 
way out of town and they 
would all have to know 
where I got such a nice 
little pony. When we 

would camp at night we 
would camp near some town 
or farm house so that we 
could get water and there 
would be so many that 
would come down to our 




"We Drove Nearly 300 Miles" 

—94— 



He can do a few tricks. He will shake hands 
and kiss me or will lie down and get up again 
with me on his back and will come to me when 
I call him, and if the door is open he will come 
right in the house and look all over for sugar. 
He likes apples, candy and bread. Oh! I think 
he is just the dearest playmate that there is, 
so good and kind. I like to put my little saddle 
on him and go for a ride. He will run so fast 
when I tell him to and he don't throw me off. 
You would laugh if you could see him when my 
little brother goes for a ride. He will trot 
slow and easy so brother won't fall off as 
he is only four years old. We both ride some 
times but "Tatters" likes 
to take us one at a time 
the best. Guess he is afraid 
to hurt some of us when 
there is more than one on 
his back. 



Well now, I think my 
letter is long enough, still 
I could talk about my pony 
for a week yet. I think he 
is so nice and I think the 
Webb Publishing Company 
are so good to give away 
such dear little playmates, 
as I am sure I would 
never have got a pony if it 
hadn't been for them so I 
thank them very much. 




"All Decorated for the Memorial Day Parade' 



My Speed Pony, "Dapple" 

By Ernest L. Heckert, York Co., Pennsylvania 



"Dapple" in coming way over 1,000 miles to 
his new home, traveled farther than most 
of the other prize ponies given by the 
Webb Publishing Company. He came East to 
within a few miles of the great Atlantic Ocean, 
and now lives in southeastern Pennsylvania, 
that land of fine farms and fancy horses and 
even here he is considered a winner. He, and 
two others, out of more than 100 ponies given 
by the Webb Publishing Company have come 
to this great state. 

A wide state road connects our country place 
with quite a large town. Along this road 
"Dapple" and I 
speed with my lit- 
tle friends. The 
horsemen in this 
neighborhood know 
"Dapple" well and 
like him particu- 
larly for his fine 
trotting action. We 
believe him to be 
the fastest as well 
as the prettiest 
pony in this sec- 
tion. He is a fine 
silky chestnut, 
rather dark with 
faint dapples show- 
ing t h r o u g h — a 
beautiful mane and 

tail reaching to the ground — a fine head and 
a proud arched neck. "Dapple" likes me to 
talk to him, softly, with my head against his 
and he answers me with his nose. You never 
saw an animal that likes to have his face 
and head washed and rubbed as much as 
"Dapple" does. 

"Dapple" likes anything good to eat and is 
especially fond of cracked corn, oats and bran 
mixed. We have a dandy big yard and he 
keeps it "mowed" down pretty evenly. I set 




Feeding Dapple Grass 



a pail of water on the grass for "Dapple" to 
drink and when he is through drinking he always 
tips it over with his little velvety nose. I 
always saddle and bridle him in the yard and 
he likes to slide down a little terrace that is out 
front. It is very amusing to see him slide 
down six feet upon his haunches. 

"Dapple" and I have started quite an express 
business between "Elmwood," our suburb and 
the town. Next winter I am going to get a 
nice little cutter for him to pull over the snow. 
I am going to show him at the Horse Fair 
and have him in the races at the great York 

County Fair this 
fall, and "Dapple" 
will win I am sure. 
He walks so proud- 
ly, just as though 
he measures each 
step with his cun- 
ning little foreleg. 
You will notice 
"Dapple" and his 
dandy cart decor- 
ated for the Memo- 
rial Day parade 
held in our city the 
very next month 
after I won him. 
He acted splen- 
didly, as though 
he came from a 
family of acting horses and I had him but a 
few weeks. "Dapple" will be in the Fourth of 
July parade too. 

The first week that "Dapple" came East to 
me, I hitched him up and the very first time I 
drove him a man was out learning to ride a 
motorcycle. I was afraid because the head- 
light shone almost like a locomotive light and 
the man sounded his horn so often. But my 
father drove "Dapple" right up to it and then 



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It was more than 
I had never heard 



passed it a dozen times. He Is not afraid of 
automobiles or steam cars. 

Besides being a speedy little pony, "Dapple" 
is very intelligent and can repeat things after 
he is shown two or three times. At first he didn't 
like apples. But the second week he learned 
to eat them. I hold an apple in my hand and 
"Dapple" bites it off just like a little boy. He 
was scarcely more than a stranger here until he 
walked into the kitchen and picked them off 
the table. 

Listen to the contest. 
half over when I started. 
of the Webb Publish- 
ing Company until my 
uncle fmy father's lit- 
tle brother] received a 
rifle for selling a maga- 
zine. In that magazine 
was "Dapple's" picture 
advertised and ' ' Dapple" 
asking, "Do You Want 
Me?" I did, and started 
getting subscriptions. 
At first it was hard 
work but after you 
know "The Farmer's 
Wife" and its Publishing 
House, you become 
enthusiastic. Twice I 
got a good many sub- 
scriptions in one day, 
but some days I got only 
a few. You must show 
people that you are sin- 
cere, that it is really 
worth while — that you \ 
are in it to win and 
they will help you. To 
prove this I got the lat- 
ter half of my total sub- 



Off for a Pony-back Ride 



scriptions in far less time and with half the 
effort that it took for the former half. 

Don't get discouraged. If you want a pony 
like I did, you must want it hard enough to win, 
and to win the first prize in the Webb Publishing 
Company Contests (the pony, cart, bridle, 
saddle, harness and expressage to your home) 
you must stand first and there is but one first. 
You must beat the other boys and girls and they 
are working just like you. When ladies say, 
"It's no use, they'll give no pony," just show 
them a copy of "Lucky Pony Winners." It will 
convince them that real live ponies are given 

away, and that you are 
going to win this one 
providing she and others 
give you a subscription 
to The Farmer's Wife. 
Tell them what a fine 
magazine it is. Why, 
since the contest in which 
I won "Dapple," many 
subscribers have come 
to me saying, "Do you 
know that 'The Farmer's 
Wife' is the best little 
home magazine I take. 
Why, many of its art- 
icles are worth 50 cents 
alone." 

No matter who you 
are nor where you live, 
rich or poor — just want 
the pony and sell The 
Farmer's Wife. Three 
months ago the Webb 
Publishing Company 
never heard of me — 
now I am their little 
friend, 

Ernest L. Heckert. 






"BEPPO" 

Given to Larue C. Wertman 
Carbon Co., Pennsylvania 



"ZIP" 

Given to Ella L. Fullam 
Randolph Co., Vermont 



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Our Ray of "Sunshine" 

By Eva and Darold Huddleston, Beadle Co., South Dakota 



I wish I could tell every little boy and girl 
about our pony "Sunshine" and how happy 
my brother and I were the day he came. Y\ hen 
we started out to get subscribers to win a pony, 
people would tell us we were foolish and the 



not go in the country until we went down to 
the church were my grandma and grandpa 
were and called them out of the church and told 
them about it, and they were just about as 
excited as we were. By Monday morning 




Biding Tandem 



Webb Publishing Company never gave away 
real live ponies, and then I would go home and 
cry, for my brother and I both wanted a pony 
so bad. But we kept right on trying our very 
best. 

Then the contest finally closed and all we 
could think of or talk about was our pony, 
wondering if we would sure win one. Several 
days had passed by and we had not heard a 
word and we all began to think there was noth- 
ing to it. Then Sunday morning came and we 
were all going in the country to spend the day. 
So after we got in the auto 
to go we children asked 
Papa if he would drive 
down past the post office 
to see if we had heard 
anything. So we did, and 
sure enough there was a 
letter from the Webb Pub- 
lishing Co. and Papa came 
back out to the car and 
handed it to me. Oh my! 
I was so nervous I could 
not open it, so Mama had 
to open it and read it to 
us and it read something 
like this, "We know you 
will be glad to hear you 
have won 'Sunshine* and 
his outfit, which will be 
shipped you at once." Oh! 
dear, can you imagine how 
we acted ? We j ust laughed 
and cried both. Then 
Darold and I just would 




everybody in Wessington knew that w r e had 
won "Sunshine." 

Then several days passed by and our pony 
had not yet come and nearly everybody was 
saying we would not get a pony, and I just 
about made up my mind the same way till one 
morning when the 10:30 train came in, there 
was "Sunshine." They brought him down to 
the house in the dray. Our house is just across 
the street from the schoolhouse and we were at 
school, but we did not stay there long after we 
saw the pony. Neither did the rest of the 
children. Our yard was 
full in five minutes after 
"Sunshine" was uncrated. 
There was no more school 
for us the rest of that 
day. We were so happy 
we did not know what to 
do. We could hardly stay 
away from him long enough 
to eat our meals. 

It was several more days 
before the buggy came. 
We w^ere so well pleased 
with the buggy and so w r as 
"Sunshine." He would 
just trot along so proud, 
just as though he knew he 
was won in a contest. 

I wish I could tell you 
of all the good times we 
have had with "Sunshine," 
but it would take a whole 
magazine to do it, but I am 



Three of a Kind— All Happy 

—97— 



going to tell you one of the best times we have 
had. My brother and another little boy, seven 
years old and I drove to my Uncle's who lives eight 
miles from town. This was quite a ways so we 
started early in the morning before it got so 
warm. We did not know much about ponies 
so did not know just what they could stand. 
So I made the boys get out and walk up every 
hill and we stopped at two or three houses on 
the way down and back too, and watered him. 
We stopped at the alfalfa fields and picked 
alfalfa and fed him several times. While he 
ate alfalfa we picked flowers and decorated his 
harness all up till he just looked too cute for 
anything. Now, I am not going to tell you how 
long it took us to go down or come back, for we 
took our time at it and mama and papa have 
laughed at us so much about it, but "Sunshine" 
had just as much fun out of it as we did. 

Now, I will tell you what "Sunshine" likes to 
eat. He will eat any kind of fruit. We will put 



a big dish of fruit on the table out on the screened 
porch, such as apples, grapes, peaches and 
plums and you just ought to see him eat them. 
He is just crazy about them. He does lots of 
cute tricks but I just can't tell you all of them, 
but I want to say we would not take $500.00 
for him. 

Now, I want to tell you a little about ourselves 
and the Webb Publishing Company, then I 
will quit. I am a little girl ten years old. I 
have just one brother seven years old. We 
both worked together very hard for "Sunshine," 
so you see "Sunshine" is just as much Darold's 
as he is mine. 

I want to tell all the boys and girls that I 
feel well paid for all the work that I did in the 
contest and the Webb Publishing Company will 
do for you just what they say and they cer- 
tainly give away nice ponies. Don't be afraid 
to try in their contests. 





'Woody" 



"Freckles" 



Dear Pony Club: — 

"Freckle's" reached us the 10th, and I think 
he is the dearest little pony I ever saw. My little 
brother and I are the happiest children on earth. 
We put him in our orchard, and we can go in 
any time and catch him. Yesterday we played 
around him all day. 

He is so gentle, we wonder how old he is. My 
brother is six years old and I am eight. One of 
us sits on him and the other leads him, that's 
the way we take rides. 

Mamma will take our picture soon then we 
will send it to you. 

Your very happy friend, 
Dorothy Biebighauser, Washington Co., Minn. 



Dear Pony Club: — 

My pony "Woody" arrived in Ray, Saturday 
Eve, and my folks went for him Sunday. 

They had a regular show in Ray Saturday and 
Sunday. They took "Woody" all over town 
even in the stores, and Sunday there were over 
fifty children in the barn to look at "Woody." 

"W T oody" will let all my younger brothers and 
sisters ride horse back on him, but, he will not 
let me ride him. He will push me off as soon 
as I get on. He probably thinks I'm too heavy 
for him. 

"Woody" and I will have our picture taken 
later on, and we will send it to you. 

I'll send my heartiest thanks for "Woody," 
I know we will have lots of fun together. 
Respectfully, 
Julia Hill, Williams Co., N. D 



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Off For Our Morning Exercise 



Little Friend "Flip" 



By Imogene Schwartz, Montgomery Co., Maryland 



I always thought it would be nice to own a 
little pony so I was very much interested when 
a paper came to our house called The Farmer's 
Wife with pictures of a lot of little ponies in 
it. I wrote to the Webb Publishing Company 
and they told me how to 
win a pony named "Peach- 
es." I tried but did not 
win, so the Pony Editor 
wrote to me and told me 
how I could win a special 
pony called "Flip." A 
little while later I received 
a letter from The Farmer's 
Wife saying that my darling 
little pony "Flip" was on his 
way to me. You may be 
sure I felt proud and happy 
to know that I was to have 
a Shetland pony for my 
very own. 

When "Flip" came I was 
at school. He came in the 
morning about ten o'clock. 
When I came home he was 
out in the lawn eating 
grass. I went up to him 
and put my arms around his 
neck and Oh! how I did 
hut* him. I was so 




"Comes Eight in the House" 

—99— 



glad that I had won him. He was so tired and 
sleepy from being on the train so long but I gave 
him a good supper and made him a nice little 
straw bed. 

I live on a dairy farm two and a half miles 
from town. "Flip" is just 
about two years old and I 
am having lots of fun 
breaking him to drive. 
Some of the people would 
say when I was trying to 
get him that I could not 
win a pony that way, but 
I did not listen to them. 
They were very much sur- 
prised when I got him. 
Lots of people have been 
to see him since he came 
to live with me and they 
all think him very lovely. 
He is always at the gate 
of the lot bright and early 
in the morning for a nice 
big slice of bread before 
his breakfast. Sometimes 
he will take too large a bite 
and drop it in the dirt and 
he doesn't stop to pick it up; 
he wants more out of 
my hand. He just loves 



sugar, peanuts, candy and everything 
Love or money could not buy him. 

When I first began to break him some 
friends were here to see 
him. He would jump all 
around so cute and make 
everyone laugh. One day 
when he had his harness 
on, my cousin was driving 
him around just with the 
lines and they were run- 
ning fast, when all at once 
"Flip" stopped and my 
cousin almost fell heels 
over head over him. He is 
just too cute for anything. 
I will always love the Webb 
Publishing Company and 
do anything I can for them 
for sending me such a dear 
little pony. He is getting 
cuter every day. I wish 
every little boy and girl 



good. had a little pony like "Flip." He will run races 
with me. He is in the lot and I get on the out- 

of my side of the fence and race to the other end of the 

lot and back again. Of 
course, "Flip" always wins 
the race. 



He looks so sweet all 
dressed up in his tan har- 
ness. Soon after I got him 
my uncle clipped him. He 
is coal black and snow 
white spotted. The Webb 
Publishing Company gave 
me a dandy little saddle 
and bridle with him, too. 
I can't begin to thank 
the Webb Publishing 
Company enough for send- 
ing me darling little "Flip" 
and I will always be their 
true and loving friend. 




Beady to Start 



What "Snap" Means to Me 

(Continued from Page 16.) 



the outdoor exercise with "Snap" will improve 
my health and make me stronger. 

"Snap" loves oats, corn, apples and he also 
likes candy and sugar. He often comes to the 
door— comes right up on the back porch and looks 
through the screen door, teasing for something 
good to eat and I never refuse giving him some- 
thing. 

While I was working trying to get subscribers 
for The Farmer's Wife a great many people 
tried to discourage me. They said no one in 
Michigan ever won a pony, it was always the 
children in Minnesota that got the ponies. I 
told them the Webb Publishing Company sent 



them to the children who worked hard for them, 
no matter what state it happened to be. 

And when "Snap" finally arrived they were 
very much surprised and made up their minds 
that some of the ponies really did come to Mich- 
igan. They were all very glad they gave me 
me their subscriptions for The Farmer's Wife as 
they Tike the paper very much. 

I love my dear little pony "Snap" and "Snap" 
loves me better than anyone else and I am very 
grateful to the Webb Publishing Company for 
sending me such a beautiful playmate and hope 
they will make lots of other children as happy. 



"Rustler" 

(Continued from Page 74.) 



strong, being afflicted with throat trouble. Our 
doctor told papa to move to the country, so he 
decided to take us all and "Rustler" and move 
to the country for the summer. When we go 
in town my friends tell me that it is hard to tell 
which has helped me the most, the country or 
"Rustler," because I have grown so much strong- 
er through living out of doors with "Rustler." 

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Since I have had the joy of owning a pony I 
would love to see every boy and girl win one and 
would be glad to write any boy or girl who writes 
me for information. 

Some day I would take great pleasure in meet- 
ing the Pony Editor who makes it possible for 
girls to win ponies of their own. I would thank 
him a thousand times for helping me, 



My New Year's Present 

By Arnold Anderson, Kandiyohi Co., Minn. 



I received " Pedro " on New Year's day 
and I want to write and tell you of the good 
times I have had with him. 

When my folks heard "Pedro" had come to 
town, papa at once hitched up a team for the 
wagon and went in to meet him in spite of the 
bad snow storm we had on that day. I could 
not understand why papa drove in to town in 
such weather and they would not tell me either, 
so when I came down in the barn that night, 



get back in a short time. How nice not to have 
to walk! 

"Pedro" seems to understand everything I 
say. Whenever I call him he runs right up to 
me and he will lie down if I tell him and shake 
hands whenever I reach him my hand. When 
I get down in the barn in the mornings and say 
"Good Morning, Pedro," he whinners as if 
to answer me, "Good morning, Arnold." 

"Pedro" is very fond of apples and we have 




A Happy Family 



oh! I jumped with joy. There stood my darl- 
ing pony in the barn. 

"Pedro" is the cutest little Shetland Pony I 
ever saw and all my friends say so too. I feel 
as if I were the happiest boy in the country just 
on account of "Pedro." 

I have a little sister seven years old and I 
think she likes the pony just as much as I do. 
We often go horse back riding and oh how nice 
"Pedro" trots. He seems to go faster than any 
of our large horses. Once a man on horseback 
with a fast trotting horse came over here and 
wanted me to race with him, so I at once saddled 
up "Pedro" and was ready, and am only too 
glad to tell you that I easily won the race. 

Last summer papa got me a bicycle, but have 
made very little use of it since "Pedro" came. 
I drive home the cows with "Pedro" and when- 
ever mamma asks me to go on an errand, I just 
throw the saddle on "Pedro" and off I go and 



a big orchard of apples so "Pedro" is going to 
have all he can eat. I tried to feed him sugar 
but he just shook his head and spit it out as if 
to say, "That's too sweet for me." "Pedro" is 
44 inches high and weighs 300 pounds. 

When I said I was going to win a pony, some 
of my friends told me it was all a fake and that 
I wouldn't get anything but I knew that the 
Webb Publishing Company gave away ponies 
and I thought I could just as well get a pony 
as any other boy or girl if I only tried. 

There are a good many friends who want to 
buy "Pedro," but I would not sell him for any 
price, as I could not live without him. "Pedro" 
just loves music and whenever my sisters play 
the piano he feels so contented. 

I think every boy and girl should have a pony 
as it brings happiness to every family and 
makes them stronger by staying out of doors 
so much. Many thanks to Webb Publishing 
Company for my pony "Pedro" and his dandy 
riding outfit. 



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Happy Days with "Nibs" 

By Ralph Bergman, Erie Co., New York 



One day not so very long ago there came to 
our house a farm paper on the back page of 
which there were a lot of cute little Shetland 
ponies, with boys and girls riding on them. 
The paper said all these ponies had been given 




prize, and so I got "Nibs" a few days latter'.- My/' 
mother called up the station and asked ifc'^lbs"' • 
was there, and the station agent said "Nfo^'butt 
that he would come on the next training© we^ 
hurried to the station and what a crowctf was ; 
there, all waiting to see my pony. The£ tfrseiji i 
came, in a few minutes, and there in the e^§tfS§®> 
car was the cutest little brown pony I liawe- 
ever seen. Oh! how glad I was that "NiW" 
had come. We loaded him in the wagon a^rd' 
he was soon at his new home, which I think He- 
likes very much. 

I have had a lot more company since "Nibs"' 
came as my friends come to see me quite often. 
"Nibs" likes sweet apples better than anything 
I know of, and he will take one right out of 
your hand if he gets a chance. 

My friends were very glad when they heard 
I had won a pony and lots of my subscribers 
tell me that "The Farmer's Wife" is the finest 



A Regular Racing Cart 

away to boys and girls and now another pony 
and outfit was to be given away. 

Oh, how I wished I could win that pony and 
outfit, so the next day I wrote to the Webb Pub- 
lishing Company at St. Paul, Minn., to find out 
what to do to get one of these fine little pets. 

It was only a few days before I sent in my 
first list of subscriptions, which made me very 
happy. After I got all the subscriptions I 
could around home, we went out with a horse 
and buggy and got a good number this way. 

When I was getting subscriptions some people 
would say "Oh, you won't get any pony any- 
way." But they have found out different. 
Oh my! How surprised those people were when 
they heard I had won a pony. 

It was soon time to send in my last list of 
subscriptions and then how hard it was to wait 
until the contest closed. But just a week from 
the day I sent in my last list of subscriptions I 
received my reply telling me I had won fourth 

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"Nibs" Goes Everywhere 

farm paper they take. I would like to say be- 
fore I close my story, that any boy or girl need 
not be afraid to try and win a pony in one of 
these contests because the Webb Publishing 
Company did just as they agreed to do, and I 
thank them very much for sending me my dear 
little "Nibs," 



My Pet "Jewel" 

By Arthur Marode, Douglas Co., Nebraska 



One day as I was looking at a paper I saw 
an advertisement how to win a little Shetland 
Pony. So I wrote to the Webb Publishing 
Company and asked them all about it. I soon 
had a letter from them telling me I had to get 
subscribers. When I. first started out getting 



Xmas as well as I did mine. This was the hap- 
piest Xmas I had ever had. 

I have such good times with "Jewel." I go 
to picnics, parties and take my little brother 
and sisters out riding. My friends think just 
as much of him as I do, in fact everybody in 




'We Are Perfectly Safe With 'Jewel' " 



subscribers everyone said it was humbug and 
that I would never win a pony, nothing but a 
wooden horse. Someone said I would get a stuffed 
pony and an express wagon while others said I 
would only get a piece of his tail. But I was 
so anxious and kept right at it, the more sub- 
scribers I got the more interested I got in the 
contest. When I sent in my last subscriptions 
I could hardly wait to see if I would be one of 
the Lucky Pony Winners. 

A few days before Xmas I got a telephone 
call telling me my little pony 
was at the depot. I did not hap- 
pen to be at the depot when 
"Jewel" arrived. But when I 
reached the depot I found it 
crowded with children and 
grown people. They had "Jewel" 
taken out of the crate and when 
I rode him to the house a crowd 
of people followed me like a 
parade. I certainly felt proud 
of him. On Xmas eve we went 
to church and when we came 
home Santa Claus was here, the 
Xmas tree was all lit up and we 
got all our presents. Then I 
brought "Jewel" in the house 
too because he was the best 
present I could wish for. He 
looked so happy. We treated 
him on candy, apples and cake 
and he seemed to enjoy his 




town thinks he is just as dear as he can be. 
He is not scared of anything: he will hold his 
nose right up to an automobile if you wish him 
to and mamma is not afraid to let us go any 
place with him for she knows we are perfectly 
safe with "Jewel." I tell you "Jewel" can go 
some for one day papa and I took a trip in the 
country about four miles and on the way coming 
home papa said let's run a race. Papa has a 
fine bay team, six and seven years old, so we 
started out. Papa made his team go as fast as 
they could and "Jewel" was 
right behind them. When we 
got about two blocks from 
town I gave "Jewel" a tap with 
the rein and we passed him and 
beat him home. Papa said he 
could not see his legs move he 
went so fast. 

"Jewel" likes apples, candy, 
cake, cookies and in fact any- 
thing children like, especially 
sweet things. He also can do 
tricks; shake hands, put his front 
feet on chairs and shake his 
head for yes or no. 

I would not sell my pony for 
any price. I wish every boy or 
girl could win such a fine pony 
and outfit as mine which the 
Webb Publishing Company gave 
me and for which I thank them 
many times. 



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My "Beauty" Pony 

By Bertram Eldridge, Stark County, Illinois. 



I am so sorry I cannot send some more pictures 
of "Beauty" but we could not get pictures 
taken. We live quite a ways from town and 
could not find any one to come out, so had to 
give it up and now "Beauty" is away from 
home. Papa put her in pasture 27 miles away 
for a few weeks. She has a dear little baby 
pony, spotted black and white, three weeks old. 
It is so cute. I would like to have had both 
their pictures to send to you. 

I want to tell you about the time I went 
camping with "Beauty." 

One day papa decided that we would all camp 
out at Lake Senatchurne, for a couple of days; 
he said that if we went I could drive "Beauty." 

The day before we started we packed all the 
things we needed and laid out our clothes. We 
got up at four o'clock in the morning, and I 
started a little ahead of the rest, because I 
thought the other two horses could go faster 
than "Beauty." 

I started at seven o'clock in the morning and 
drove the twenty miles in four hours. We ate 
our dinner and got settled down by three o'clock. 



Papa and I went in a boat and put out a 

trout line. We didn't catch any fish in time for 
our supper. The next morning mamma and I 
went down to Sandy Beach to fish. I caught 
the only two fish caught by hand, a catfish and a 
sunfish. When we got back, we went to our 
trout line. By the moving of the trout line papa 
knew that we had a big fish. When we got it in 
the boat, we found that it was a black bass. It 
was the largest black bass ever caught in that 
lake. It weighed six and one-fourth pounds. 
In the afternoon I started home. I started 
at four o'clock — it was eight o'clock when I got 
home. One mile and a half from our place I 
met an engine. I was coming down a hill when 
suddenly " Beauty " turned out of the road into 
the ditch. I looked to see why she turned out 
and saw the engine in the road. If she hadn't 
turned out I would have been run over, for I 
couldn't see the engine because it was so dark. 
Mamma and papa never caught up with me 
until I was turning into the lane leading to the 
house. It was the best time I ever had, and I 
have had hundreds of good times since the 
Webb Publishing Company sent me "Beauty." 



Black "Fritzie" 

Dear Pony Editor: — 

Enclosed I send you pic- 
ture of Marie and Margie 
Parker and their pony "Frit- 
zie. " The first picture I 
got was not good so had to 
send again and have them 
come and take another one. 

I suppose these are the 
first pair of twins that have 
won one of your ponies. 
They are six years old. Their 




"Fritzie" Given to Marie and Margie 
Parker, Knox County, 111. 



The Twins' Pony 

mother was my sister and 
died when they were three 
days old and I took them 
and raised them. They are 
proud of the pony — he is 
so gentle and kind. They 
get four or five letters every- 
day asking about "Fritzie," 
etc. 

Yours truly, 

John Cole. M. D. 



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My Dream "Reno" 

By Pearl and Ella Peterson, Grand Forks Co., North Dakota 



Some time ago we received letters from the 
Webb Publishing Company telling us of the 
splendid opportunity of gaining one of their 




"My Turn Next" 

ponies. For a long time it had been my dream 
unrealized but now the time was at hand, and 
the next day the mailman carried the letter 
to the post office. 

I am eight years old and my sister Ella, who 
is eleven years old, helped me get subscribers. 

We were discouraged on hearing that we had 
not won one of the ponies in the contest. But 
that was soon over; the Webb Publishing Com- 
pany, being so kind and generous, gave us an 
extra chance and then we got "Reno." "Reno" 
was a favorite name so we named him that 
although his first name was "Merry." 

Late in the evening of July 15th, we 
received a message telling us of his arrival. It 
was a stormy evening and they had taken him 
to the livery barn, and during that time until 
he arrived a number of children had begun to 
make friends with him. We started for town 
at 7 o'clock the next morning and as we live 
six miles away, the way seemed twice as long. 
When we got there we heard some other boys 
and girls cry because "Reno" was going to 
leave, and some said, "How much will you take 
for him." Others, "Can't I buy him?" Surely 
he is the cutest animal and best chum known. 

He is only about two years old so we do not 
ride him much, although we got a beautiful 
saddle and bridle free. Whenever we call his 
name he comes running to us, always looking 
for some bread and butter, a few plums or an 
apple. He just loves milk and crackers. Often 
he comes up on our back porch and one day my 



big sister had a piece of cake in her hand which 
he wanted. She jumped into the woodshed 
for fun and closed the door, but "Reno" was 
not bafHed by that. He cocked his little ears 
and walked smartly up to the door knob and 
opened it with his teeth, and received an apple 
as a reward. "Shepherd," our dog, and "Reno" 
are great friends. Sometimes he takes long 
strolls around the farm, eating grass accom- 
panied by "Shepherd". What I think he is 
fondest of is a sugar lump and ground oats. 

I think "Reno" must be a little lonesome when 
we are at school because he is so glad when we 
get back. He rubs his nose against our sleeves 
and follows us wherever we go. It is good for 
little girls to own a pony, keeping them in- 
terested and in the fresh air. 

He always uses his front feet in kicking over 
pails and buckets after drinking milk. "Reno" 
knows how to take our hats off and also spit 
out the stones when eating plums. 

I would not part with "Reno" for anything 
for I love him too well and would miss him just 
awful. We curry his mane every day so that 
it will grow thick and long and he likes it, too. 

One day while we had the threshers, we took 
him along to the machine to see if he was scared, 
but of course he wasn't. He only stared a little 
and looked up to us in the grain box and whinnied 
to us as if to say "Take good care of me." He 
is not at all afraid of autos or motorcycles. 




"The Cutest and Best Chum" 

Enough praise cannot be given to the Webb 
Publishing Company for giving out such dear 
little ponies, making so many little children 
happy, and I am sure that they will reap their 
reward some day. 



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"Sonny" Holding a Reception for All His Little Friends 

The Story of "Sonny" 

By Elmer Hoth, Allamakee County, Iowa 



I am a little boy ten years old, four feet and 
eleven inches tall. I weigh 87 pounds and have 
light hair and blue eyes. But what I want to 
tell you about is my pony "Sonny" which the 
Webb Publishing Company gave me. "Sonny" 
is the finest pony in these parts and he and his 
outfit are better than five hundred dollars to me. 

I went to the depot to meet my pony the day 
he came. I could hear him whinnying but I 
could not see him. Then I went to the other side 
of the car and I saw him in a little crate on the 
express wagon ready to go to the express office. 
I took him out of the crate and the people laughed 
at me and told me he was a little sheep lamb, he 
was so woolly looking in his winter coat. Papa 
told me to give him some water but he couldn't 
reach the fountain that big horses used. I told 
them that was all right and I told them if they 
were such a little pony as that they couldn't 
reach the fountain either. And then I brought 
him home and my uncle told me he was a dear 
little plaything. The next time I went to town 
he looked so well they all wanted to buy him. I 
told them no money would buy him. He is the 
smallest and cutest pony around here. He 
gained 45 pounds the first four months after I 
got him. 

One day I drove "Sonny" to a picnic and my 
brother went with me and when we got there a 
lot of people came around and admired him. 
We unhitched him and tied him up and then 
some boys and girls crawled through in under 
him and the boys gave him some water and 
picked grass for the pony. Some of the boys 
and girls said to me that they had more, picnic 
with the pony than with anything else., Then 



big black cloud came up and the people got 
excited and thought they had better start home. 
Papa told me I had better start too or I would get 
my buggy muddy, but "Sonny" kept up with 
the other teams all the way back to the farm. 

"Sonny" goes as fast as he can when we go 
after the cows nights. We are such good little 
friends and he never runs away or kicks me. He 
is always around the house or barn. "Sonny" 
is always around when meal time comes. Some- 
times when I am riding him he turns around 
short and I fall off and "Sonny " stands and looks 
at me and laughs because it is a good joke. 
"Sonny" and I run races horseback with the 
other boys. Almost every time he and I beat. 

As I don I always like to use my nice buggy I 
made a little roller cart and I can have lots of fun 
with it. First I took an old vinegar barrel and 
nailed some cleats on both ends, then to these I 
fastened a block with a bolt which takes the 
place of an axle. The shafts and seat fit over 
this bolt, and are held in place by a nut. I also 
had to fasten the seat to the shafts so that it 
would not fall over backwards. Then I made 
some places on the shafts to put my feet on just 
like the real jockeys have on their racing rigs. 
When it was all finished I had a fine roller cart 
as you can see by the picture. Quite often I 
invite my little boy and girl friends from the farms 
near my home to come and play with "Sonny" 
and me, and we have the best times. We all 
take turns riding on the cart and my little friends 
enjoy it as much as I do. 

I am never going to sell "Sonny" and he is 
so good that he makes me feel happy all the time. 



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How I Got "Busy 

(Continued from Page 90.) 



ff 



"Busy" was very tired when "he arrived as he 
had a very long journey. He coul^ hardly wait 
until the man knocked the crate apart, as he 
was so anxious to be free again, As soon as 
"Busy's" train arrived att the station, the chil- 
dren began running from alii directions, grown 
folks, too. Everybody was? anxious to see 
"Busy" as they could not believe; that th^ W eDD 
Publishing Company did give away real jive 
ponies. When they saw "Busy"' they' could 
not praise him enough, and "Busy" 7 felt very 
proud because they were praising him and pass- 
ing such nice compliments on him. 

"Busy" is very well satisfied with his new 
home and we do everything we can to make 
him stay happy and to make him comfortable. 
Papa had a very nice stable built for "Busy" 
and he enjoys his bed very much after eating in 
the fields all day. I have had a good many 
saddle back rides with "Busy" and he is as gentje 
:as a little lamb. We have a governess cart so 
we take "Busy" out often and he looks just too 
•cute for anything in his new set of harness and 
walks very proud. I just wish you could see 
ihim, how fine he looks and how he makes his 
*ears stick up straight when he hears the folks 
•complimenting him a.s we drive all along the 
road. "Busy" does not seem to have gotten any 
■larger since we have had Jaim, but he has gotten 
much fatter. "Busy" gets up every morning 
with papa as !he knows it is time for his raw egg 
•and oats. After he gets through his breakfast, 
we drive papa to the train and in the evening 
we go after ihim. "Busy" knows the time as 
well as I do,, for when it is time he is standing 
iright in the carriage shed waiting to be hitched 
iup. 

"Busy" can do all kinds of tricks. He can 
ttell his own .age; play that he is dead; stand with 



his front feet on a chair, and several other things. 
"Busy" was in the Fireman's Parade on the 
Fourth of July and he did splendid. I was riding 
him saddle back and we were right behind the 
band, which pleased "Busy" very much. He 
dearly loves music and he was looked at and 
praised more than anything else in the parade. 
Everybody thought "Busy" would be scared or 
get balky when the band started, but he marched 
along as proud as the firemen. You can see 
how gentle he was and what a short time it took 
him to learn. 

"Busy" feels the proudest when he is pulling 
a heavy load. He likes to go to picnics, because 
the girls and boys dearly love him and they give 
him fruit, candy, ca,kes, lump sugar, peanuts, 
popcorn or whatever they have. He is always 
&£ the table first and never leaves i£ until there 
is no more to eat. "Busy" helps papa to culti- 
vate his garden, get in the hay, cut the lawn anoj 
does all the shopping for grandma and mamma". 

I don't know .how any little boy or girl can be 
without a pony, especially when they are so easy 
to get from Thie Farmer's Wife. I was offered 
two hundred dollars ior my pony "Busy," one 
Sunday morning by ,our newspaper man. He 
says he has been trying so long to get one for his 
little girls, and ;I told him he could not buy 
"Busy" for a thousand. If you want to own a 
pony, it is very easy as the Webb Publishing 
Company will certainly treat you fair and see 
that you get one before they let you be dis- 
appointed. I love "Busy" so much that I'm 
getting poetic— here's a sample 

I won my dear old "Busy," 
In a very busy way; 
Selling monthly papers for 
The Farmer's Wife one day. 




Elmer Hoth and the Sulky He Made for "Sonny" 

(See Story on Page 106) 



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My Own Dear Pony "Rover" 

By Cloyd A. Reckart, Preston Co., West Virginia 

I am a crippled boy of 14 years. I have pleasures that I could not have before I got my 

never been able to walk but can read, write and pony. He is a great favorite of my dog 

sin g* and they have big times together. My little 

I saw your advertisement in The Farmer's brothers and sisters are also very fond of him. 




"Rover" Brought Happiness to this Brave Little Crippled Boy. 



Wife and I thought of what a pleasure it would 
be for me to take subscriptions and get a pony. 
Some of my dear friends assisted me and when 
I learned I would get my pony, I was so over- 
joyed that I could hardly wait until my pony 
would come to me. 

"Rover" is a great source of happiness to 
me. I can work and do anything with him. I 
can go to see my friends and have so many 



My sister is just three years old but she rides 
"Rover" and she looks too cute. 

"Rover" is a great pet with all the little 
boys and girls around here. He just eats every- 
thing I give him. He wont scare at autos or 
anything. I have three sisters and two brothers. 
I wouldn't take anything for my dear "Rover." 
He affords me more pleasure than anything I 
ever had and I shall always remember you when 
I am driving my pony and having a good time. 




"Rover" Hitched to His Little Home-made Cart 

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"We Take Long Rides Nearly Every Day" 

My Darling "Razzle" 



By Vida Kopeschka, 

One cold evening about January 1st, while 
looking through a farm paper, I saw where 
some little girls and boys had won ponies, so I 
thought I would try and win one, too, for I had 
always wanted one for my own. So I started 
out to get subscriptions for The Farmer and, 
as most everybody subscribed, I was one of the 
"lucky ones." 

My pony's name is "Razzle." He is 42 
inches in height and is very fat. I was the most 
tickled girl there was when I heard he was at 
the depot. My grandpa took him out of the 
crate, took him home and fed him and gave him 
some grass. And when I saw him I was very 
happy. I have more fun and pleasure with 
him than with anything else and I hope more 
little girls and boys will try to win a pony, for 
the Webb Publishing Company will keep its 
word. When I started getting subscriptions the 
people told me there was no truth in it, but now 
I know the Pony Club is fair and square. 



Martin Co., Minnesota 

We drive our pony to school every day about 
a mile away and I have a brother who rides him 
to the mail box and we also drive him to Sunday 
School. I couldn't get along without him now. 
"Razzle" eats all kinds of fruit and most every- 
thing else. He does some of the cutest tricks; 
such as, comes into the house and drink out of 
the sink, kisses me or my brother and shakes 
hands. We can let him stand any place and 
when we go back he is still there waiting for us 
and many other things which would be too 
numerous to mention. 

"Razzle," is not afraid of automobiles or 
motors, we get the cows with him, which we 
greatly enjoy and he also likes to herd cows. 
He also likes to play with the large horses and 
chases them and bites them, also. My pony 
dearly loves to hear me play the piano. We go 
out driving quite often and everybody that sees 
him likes him very much. 




•'Razzle" is Ready for his Dinner 

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"TURK" 

By Alvin Johnson, Bond Co., Illinois 

I have taken my first ride with "Turk" to 
Sunday School and that is about four miles. 
When the Sunday School was over what a crowd 
of children there was around "Turk" and me — 
I never saw the like. One would say "Where 
did you get him?" another would say "How did 
you get him?" I told them what I had done 




"Turk" Doesn't Like to Have His Picture Taken 

for you and that you did all you promised to do 
for me. 

One lady would not buy a paper from me and 
when I got my pony she said "Is that the paper 
pony?" I said "No, it is a real live pony." 

"Turk" and I make many long trips and take 
care of the cows every morning till eleven o'clock. 
He is getting nice and fat and tame. Here is his 
picture and mine. I am sending it to you to 
print in the next book or paper as you like to. 

I would have written a long time ago, but, I 
did not have the pictures, so good bye. 




'Toby" Looks Rough in His Winter Hair 

"TOBY" 

By George I. Lynch, Lake County, 
Illinois 

I will write you a few lines to let you know 
how my pony is getting along. 

"Toby" is certainly the dearest pony of the 
bunch. I never knew what it was to be happy 
before I got "Toby." He dearly loves me and 
I do him. He stands on a box, rolls a barrel and 
puts his front feet on papa's shoulder and then 
bounds to the ground. My little brother, four 
years old, rides him all over and he will follow 
me into the house if he thinks I have sugar, cake 
or apples. He doesn't look very nice in the 
picture but he is very pretty when his hair sheds 
off. 

Now I tell you boys if you want to be happy 
while a little boy like me just get to work and 
win a pony from the Webb Publishing Company. 




"Web" 

Given to Grace Sheppard, Burlington County, 
Vermont 



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How We Won "Empress" 

By Avery and Orie Knight, Chickasaw Co., Iowa 



One Saturday morning, free from our school 
duties, we boys sat down to look over a farm 
paper. Nothing of note attracted our attention 
until we turned a page and there stood the cutest 
little pony all hitched to a cart, with the words: 
"Free to Some Lucky Boy or Girl." Greatly 
excited over the prospect of having such a dandy 
little rig, we ran to mother who carefully read 
and explained the matter to us. We thought 
we could win it or at least we would try very 
hard, so mother gave us her consent and we 
sent a card for full directions for beginning. 

In a few days, we received the directions 
and got Mother for the first subscriber. Then 
our work began in earnest. Some days we got 
quite a number and some days only a few. We 
had no trouble in getting people to take 
the paper for they knew it to be valuable. 
Sometimes, we were discouraged, but we remem- 
bered that one boy and one girl in our own 
county had won a pony and buggy and we 
worked harder than ever. 

We waited in great suspense for the returns 
of the contest and when they came, we were 
almost afraid to open the letter for fear we had 
not won. But what was our joy when upon 
opening it, Avery and Orie Knight led the list. 
The letter said that "Empress," would arrive 
in a few days. 

One morning a few days afterward, while 
eating our breakfast, a man yelled, "Come out 
here and take care of your horse." My what 
a stampede! We all ran out doors and the 
express man was just coming into the yard. 
When he unloaded there was the sweetest little 
black pony with a white halter. No breakfast 
food for us that morning. 

The first thing we wanted to do was to ride 
her up town, but Father said she was tired 
after her long ride, so we put her in the barn 
and gave her some hay. Oh, what a long day that 
was with our dear little pony in the barn and 
we unable to ride her! But the next dav finallv 



came and we were up bright and early and rode 
her up town. Everybody was nearly as tickled 
over her as we were. That morning before 
school, it seemed as if half the town was down 





"Brother Likes to Share His Apples With 'Empress'' 



there admiring her. 

When hitched to the buggy, "Empress," looks 
like a dear little rabbit traveling along shaking 
its head. 

She comes in the house and eats from the table 
and acts like a real little lady. When we ride her 
any place and leave her standing outside by the 
porch, she comes up the steps and tries to get in. 
She grew to love us during our long vacation 
and when school began agair, she would whinner 

when she heard 
Mother come out 
of doors, as if 
asking for her lit- 
tle friends. 

We drive "Em- 
press" to town 
after groceries 
for Mother and 
we drive her to 
Sunday School 
nearly every Sun- 
day. Our little 
brother likes to 
feed our other 
pets, such as 
doves, and ban- 
tam chickens, but 
he likes nothing 
better than to 
share his cookies 
and apples with 
"Empress." 



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"I Get the Milk Cows from the Pasture with * Judge' : 



"Judge" 



By Louis Schmitt, Morton Co., North Dakota 



I live in Morton County, North Dakota. 
One day when I was looking through the paper 
for the Young Folks' Page, I found the adver- 
tisement, "Do you want a pony free?" So I 
wrote to the Pony Editor and asked him what 
I had to do in order to get the pony. He wrote 
and told me and I started out to work and 
asked every person I met to subscribe. Many 
told me that they didn't believe that the Webb 
Publishing Company gave Shetland ponies 
away, but I knew better and kept on working 
as hard as I could until the contest closed. 

After the contest closed I could hardly wait 
to hear from the Company. Finally the good 
news came that I had won "Judge," and I don't 
believe there was a happier boy in the United 
States than I was. I could hardly wait until 
"Judge" came, and I was so anxious to see him 
that I couldn't sleep 
nights. At last on May 
28th the saddle and bri- 
dle came and on Decora- 
tion Day the buggy 
came. In the forenoon 
papa set up the buggy 
and at two o'clock 
"Judge" was hitched up 
ready to take a drive. 
I felt as proud as a king 
and "Judge" walked 
along with his head 
held high and everybody 
looked at my pony and 
spoke about how pretty 
he was. 

"Judge" is the pret- 
tiest of all the Shetland 
ponies in our neighbor- 
hood, and I am proud of 




being the owner of him. 
"Tudee" isn't afraid 



"I Like to Play Cowboy' 

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of engines, autos or anything. When I go to 
town, f can drive up and down and he is as gentle 
as a kitten. He just loves apples, candy, sugar, 
and cake and follows me all over the yard and 
even up the steps and into the kitchen for lump 
sugar. He can also do a great many tricks. 
He lies down like a dead horse, shakes hands 
and tells me how old he is by pawing three 
times. 

I get the milk cows every morning and 
evening from the pasture with "Judge" and help 
my papa drive cattle to town when he sells them. 
"Judge" acts just as though he were a born 
"cow pony." He keeps them moving all the 
time and if one breaks away from the bunch 
"Judge" is after him like a flash |and heads him 
off before he has gone any distance. "Judge" 

probably saw very few 
cattle before he came out 
here, but he is so smart 
that he learned how to 
drive them in no time. 

Like all Western boys, 
I [like to play cowboy, 
and I have a dandy cow- 
boy suit that I wear. 
I ride "Judge" around 
and lasso cattle just like 
real cow punchers do, 
and also chase imaginary 
Indians ail around the 
plains. 

I thank the Webb Pub- 
lishing Company very 
much for "Judge" and 
his beautiful outfit, and 
I am proud to say that 
they do all that they 
promise to do. 




Cleta Johnson Took First Prize with This Outfit at the Douglas County (Kansas) Fair 



My Own Pony "Jerry 

By Cleta Johnson, Douglas County, Kansas. 



» 



I have the dearest little black Shetland pony 
named "Jerry" which the Webb Publishing 
Company sent me free all the way from St. Paul 
up in Minnesota out here to Lawrence, Kansas. 

When I first started out to get my friends to 
help me win a pony, I can tell you it was pretty 
hard work. Some of them laughed at me and 
made fun of me and said: "Oh, you can't win 
a pony. " Sometimes I got a little bit discour- 
aged and at other times T felt sure I was going to 
win "Jerry." One good old man whom I 
asked to help me laughed and said he didn't 
think I would get the pony for he knew of 
another boy that tried and did not win and 
that I wouldn't win either. But he gave me 
his subscription just the same and I told him I 
would send him a picture of the pony and outfit 
when I got it which I have done. So you see 
I had lots of discouraging days, but I also had 
some pleasant experiences while working in the 
contest and then came the suspense of waiting 
to know if I had won or not. It was only a few 
days, but to me it was ages. 
So one day my papa and 
I rode horseback down to 
the mail box, and I got my 
precious letter, telling me 
I had won "Jerry." Oh, 
I was so excited we just 
could not make the horse 
go fast enough, I was so 
anxious to get back to 
the house to tell them 
all that I had really and 
truly won "Jerry." 

After I won "Jerry" 
I took him on a long trip 
of eighteen miles to the 
Annual Old Settler's Meet- 
ing at my old home in 
Oskaloosa, Kansas. My 
friends were all as enthu- 




'Jerry" Eating Watermelon 

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siastic over him as I was, and "Jerry" was proud 
and showed off his very best. It was a hot day 
and such crowds that were around us, we could 
scarcely breathe. 

I took "Jerry" down to the Douglas County 
Fair at Lawrence, Kansas, to see if he could win 
a prize. 

There were several other ponies there. One 
gentleman from Topeka who has a herd of ponies 
was there with several from his herd, and parties 
from Lawrence who have more than one pony 
were chere hoping to win both first and second 
prizes. I took "Captain Jerry" and the buggy 
down and entered them for the best pony turn- 
out. We had to compete against both single 
and double rigs. We were told to drive our 
ponies out on the race track to show them off 
and I really believe that "Captain Jerry" knew 
I wanted him to do his very best for he trotted 
along so proudly and seemed to know that he 
was being looked at and admired. I heard one 
lady say, "O! look at that darling little black 
pony" meaning "Captain Jerry." The chil- 
dren all exclaimed to each 
other and their mammas to 
look at the little black pony. 
I believe he knew he was 
trotting before the judges. 
Mr. Robertson, a Scotch- 
man, an importer of fine 
horses, was one of the 
judges. He admired 
"Captain Jerry" from the 
time when he was driven 
on the track, and when they 
gave me first prize, $6.00 in 
cash and tied the blue ribbon 
on "Captain Jerry" he 
acted more proud than ever, 
and how the people in the 
Grand Stand clapped their 
hands and cheered. 



't. Paul, Minnesota. 



The gentleman from Topeka, who drove the 
double rig of Shetland ponies asked me what I 
would take for my pony. I told him that all 
the money in the world could not buy him. So 
many asked me what I gave for the outfit and 
I told them that I had got it from the Webb 
Publishing Company, of 

One of my friends 
who helped me in the 
contest came to me 
and said, "Cleta you 
are a lucky little girl 
to win such a splendid 
pony and outfit, and 
o have it win first 
prize at this Fair." 
So many of my friends 
who had helped me 
during the contest to 
win "Captain Jerry" 
were at the Fair and 
saw and admired him, 
and they all called him 
our pony. 

I thought I was being well repaid for the work 
done during the contest in winning "Jerry," 
and I felt proud, too. I wish all the little girls 
and boys in the contests could be as lucky as I 
in winning such a nice little pony that will take 
me to school or to visit my friends or any place 
I want to go. 

Now I will tell you some of the things "Jerry" 
likes to eat. He likes so many things that I do 
not know if I can tell them all. He likes corn 
better than oats, and likes the corn best on the 
cob, and that is the way I like it best too when I 
eat it. We insulted him one day by giving him 
the shelled corn. 

One day he went into the orchard with me for 
the first time and I went to a tree that had ripe 
apples on it and pulled one and gave it to 
"Jerry" to see if he would eat it, which he did, 
and then he went to work to help himself, looking 
on the low limbs and the ground for apples, and 
ate all he ~.ould reach, and would take mine 
away from me, and take them out of my apron 




"Now We Are Giving *Jerry' a Ride" 



pockets, it was too cunning to see him hunt for 
them. The next time he went with me to the 
orchard, as soon as I opened the gate for him 
he ran just as fast as he could to the very same 
tree we had visited before, and began to look for 
apples. If the pigs came around looking for 
apples, he soon chased them away. 

You can see him 
eating watermelon in 
the picture. He likes 
it as well as any little 
pickaninny does. 
When we are in the 
yard eating melons he 
will go from one to 
another begging for a 
piece, and if we do not 
give it to him he will 
take somebody's away 
from them and eat it, 
and he never seems to 
have quite enough. 
He often comes to the 
door and puts his front 
feet upon the steps and stands with his nose 
against the screen door looking for me to give 
him something to eat. 

I sometimes take a piece of candy out, and let 
him find it, which he always does, and looks for 
more. He is a great lover of sugar, too. One 
day I let him come in the kitchen and there was 
a plate on the table with a piece of lemon pie on 
it, and "Jerry" helped himself to it, and ate it all. 
When I go out to the barn where he is I always 
take a piece of bread for him to eat, and he never 
refuses it, and he dearly loves milk, and will 
come into the yard and drink every bit we put 
for the chickens. He likes eggs, too, and sweet 
potatoes. Really the only thing I have found 
that he does not like is meat. He loves oranges 
and peaches and will bite the peaches in two, to 
get the stones out before eating them. So you 
see that "Jerry" likes almost any thing that is 
good to eat, and I like him and the Webb 
Publishing Company too for giving him to me. 




"Room for One More'' 

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♦'Special Delivery Wagon" 

A Real Live "Dolly 



yy 



By George Edwin Adams 

One evening last winter we sat reading by 
the table. In my paper I saw aa advertise- 
ment stating the Webb • Publishing Company 
would give away free a Shetland Pony, so 
mother suggested my trying to get it. So that 
evening I wrote them I would like to try for it 
and within a few days I received a reply and 
went to work. 

The first day I got 12 subscriptions and that 
•encouraged me most wonderfully, but some 
days I did not do so so well as others and would 
get discouraged, but father and mother would 
say, "Don't give up. You stand as good a 
chance as the rest." So I would keep right on 
and every little while the Webb Publishing 
Company would send me an encouraging letter 
which helped very much. Finally the contest 
closed and then came the anxious days of wait- 
ing to see who had won. But my folks did not 
tell me I had won a special pony until it arrived 
at the station. I went to town with my father 
that morning and a gentleman met me on the 
street and told me there was a pony at the sta- 
tion for me. I could not believe him so I phoned 
home to mother and found that it was really true. 

So we brought her home 
from the station. She did 
not look so nice at first but 
she looked very cute to me 
and in a few days came the 
saddle and bridle which 
would please most any boy 
and then I learned to ride 
her. 

One day as I was currying 
her I noticed some mites in 
her mane so we clipped her 
and got rid of them and she 
has gained very rapidly 
ever since. 

As my pony was young 
when she came, I favored 
her at first but she is now 
older and does anything I 
ask of her. I gave her a nice 
little white leather halter In the Saddle 




Cayuga Co., New York. 

and some chocolate candy for a birthday present. 
I drive my pony to school which is in town 
and about \y% miles away, I take her grain 
with me and at noon when I go in the barn to 
feed her she always ask for it. I feed her 
nearly two quarts of whole oats a day and an 
ear of corn night and morning. How she does 
love to run and play in the field when I turn her 
out to eat grass. You would be surprised to 
see how fast she can run. 

All of my little friends think she is just fine 
and would like her for their very own. Every- 
one seems to admire her as she is the only one 
around here. 

Now, let me tell you what the Webb Publish- 
ing Company did for me to show you how honest 
and fair they were with me. When my parents 
learned I had won a pony they had heard me 
say I would like a black mare pony, so they 
wrote to the Webb Publishing Company and 
they did not have one on hand at that time so 
they sent to another pony farm in Illinois and 
she was shipped to me from there. So I cer- 
tainly think they have used me fine and I thank 
them a thousand times for their special efforts 
to please me, for they did 
as they agreed and more 
all through the contest. 

I have had lots of chan- 
ces to sell my pony. Before 
she was taken out of the 
crate at the station, a man 
wanted to buy her for his 
children. The first day I 
drove her to town I was 
offered S150.00. She took 
first premium at our County 
Fair this season. 

Hoping the Webb Pub- 
lishing Company will con- 
tinue to give away more 
ponies so other boys and 
girls can get one I will 
close with best wishes to 
all Pony Club Members 
and the Webb Pub. Co. 



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t:«alf 




Our Own Little "Rob Roy 

By Harold Kutzler, McCook Co., South Dakota 



J? 



Here we are in McCook County, 
With our own little "Rob Roy," 

Which we won from the Webb Publishing 
Company, 
And very easily too, little boy. 

"Rob Roy" is a dandy little fellow the 
Webb Publishing Company gave me for winning 
in the Pony Club. They gave away lots of 
ponies to the girls and boys, and I stood 
second. My, but I was surprised when I got the 
letter stating that I had won so close to first; I 
thought I would come in about fifteenth or 
twentieth. 

When mamma and I first started in getting 
subscriptions for The Farmer, the most welcome 
paper that comes to our house, my friends 
would try and discourage us. One man said, 
"You won't get a pony because my boy tried to 
win one. It's too hard work." We asked 
if he tried from the Webb Publishing Company. 
He said, "No." Another man said, "Are there 
any more boys around here going to try to win 
ponies?" But it didn't make any difference, 
they couldn't discour- 
age us. "Never say 
fail," was our motto. 



Well, our own little 
"Rob Roy" arrived 
here O. K. Tuesday 
afternoon at five 
o'clock. I was so 
happy and tickled I 
ran all the way to the 
field where papa was 
plowing corn to tell 
him and to have him 
help me get him home 
from the depot. It 
looked like rain and it 
didn't take us long to 
get there as papa hook- 
ed up the mules to 
the wagon and drove 
down. 




"Rob Roy" and "Babe" Doing tricks 



When we got there the beautiful buggy and 
harness were there, too. We loaded them all 
on the wagon and started home with our big load. 
Roy Brown, who won "Babe" a couple of years 
ago from the Webb Publishing Company, is our 
neighbor. Roy went along to the station with 
us. There were so many people around "Rob 
Roy" and I was so excited, I thought I never 
would get him out home. 

Well, we got him home finally and took him 
out of the crate. He was so tickled to get out 
that he would roll, then buck and kick and then 
roll some more. I took him to the tank and he 
drank some water. Then I took him in his 
little barn that we had all built and ready waiting 
for him. I even had hay in the manger and 
oats in the box. After we got "Rob Roy" 
cared for, we went to setting up the buggy 
and putting the harness together already for 
morning. Then I had supper and went to bed 
so happy and tired. 

When morning came I woke up and thought 
I had been dreaming. I got up and went out to 

the barn and sure 
enough there was my 
little pony. He looked 
up at me as if to say, 
"Good Morning." I 
went in and kissed 
his soft warm little 
nose, got him his quart 
of oats and a little hay 
and went for my 
breakfast. After we 
had our breakfast we 
were off for a ride. 



"Rob Roy" is coal 
black and as cute and 
pretty as he can be. 
He will eat crackers, 
ice cream, cake, apples, 
bananas and many 
other things. He 
chased Roy Brown and 
me up on the porch 



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after our cookies the other day and if he had not 
been tied, he would have been up there, too. We 
gave him his, but that wouldn't do, he wanted 
ours, too. He comes 
right in the house every 
time he gets a chance and 
if the table is set, goes right 
for the sugar bowl. 

"Rob Roy" is so gentle 
he will do anything we 
want him to. I can ride 
and drive him anywhere. 
He is so proud and not 
one bit lazy. He will stand 
upon a box or chair. "Rob 
Roy" weighs 240 pounds 
and can pull Roy and 
Ruth Brown, my little 
sister and myself anywhere 
at a merry clip. Sometimes 
I take mamma and mv 




Harold and Boy Off for a Canter 



little sister with me, but it doesn't make one bit 
of difference: he goes right along. He will look 
around as if to say, "All pile on" and does not 
make one bit of fuss. 
I have a little brown 
house dog named "Billy'' 
and he goes with us and 
sometimes "Rob Roy" 
thinks we are running 
races with "Billy." "Billy" 
was my only pet before 
my pony arrived. 

I am never going to sell 
my dear little pony at any 
price. I can say that I 
love The Farmer and can't 
thank the Webb Publishing 
Company enough for my 
little pony and his beauti- 
ful outfit. 



A Berry Excursion With "Mort" 



By Hazel Irwin, Ward Co., N. Dakota. 



I must thank you for giving me "Mort," for 
I have a great deal of fun with him. He was 
small but that made him all the dearer. 

I must tell you about the time my cousin 



should have heard dear little "Mort" whinny 
when he saw us coming over the hill. He was 
so glad to see us. 

He grew two inches from the first of January 




Starting for the Berry Patch 



and I went berrying with "Mort." We tied 
him to a post and went down in the coulee to 
pick June berries. While we were there it 
rained, but we thought it would quit but it 
didn't so we went home wringing wet. You 



to the middle part of June. Every time we 
went to the barn he would whinny for cake or 
bread. He would smell of our hands to see if 
we had any. 

Many thanks to The Farmer's Wife Pony Club. 



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My Beautiful "Pansy" 

By Evelyn I. Cutler, Windham Co., Connecticut 



I want to Say a few words about my dear 
pony "Pansy." She is the dearest little" pony 
that could be had. She came from the only 
true publishing company in the world so she 
cannot help being true to me. She is so kind to me 
in every way, like the publishers of The Farmer's 
Wife, who gave me everything that they said 
they would give. And so my dear little pony 




" Proud of My Little Pony" 

will do anything I wish her to do. When I 
hitch her to the little buggy I have as pretty 
an outfit as anyone. My aunt gave me a nice 
robe to make my outfit complete. My parents 
are well pleased with my outfit and feel proud 
of my little pony when my little sister and I 
ride out. 

I think every boy and girl ought to have a 
pony and outfit to be happy and it shows too 
that they have tried to do something to help 
others and, at the same time, helps them to a 
great pleasure. When I think of being the 
owner of such a fine pony, I feel that I cannot 
thank the Webb Publishing Company and the 
Pony Editor enough and also my friends who 
helped me to get it and who praise The Farmer's 
Wife for such a nice paper. All whom I have 
met with that have subscribed for the paper 
praise it very highly, but I feel that I can give 
more praise than the large number of subscribers 
when I look at my prize that I received for only 
a little work for The Farmer's Wife. 

I must tell you of some of the cute things my 
pony does. When she goes into her pasture 
every morning she looks for apples. She takes 
a straight line to each tree unless she sees our 
flock of geese around a tree. She then will go 
there first and drive them away. She will 
drive our dog out of her pasture too, and when 
I go to see her at any time she will look my 
pockets over for cake. There were thimble 
berries in her pasture and when I went to pick 
them she would follow me and eat them when I 
was trying to pick and get her nose in my pail. 



Some mornings papa lets her out of the barn 
and she trots to the house and comes up the 
steps and knocks at the door with her nose. 
And when ever she comes to the door there is a 
little white chicken that comes with her to eat 
the crumbs "Pansy" drops when eating cake. 
It seems cute that the little chicken knows just 
when to come. My "Pansy" dearly loves 
apples, cake, sugar, candy and ice cream and 
many other things. 

Sometimes when I water her with a pail, if 
she does not want to drink she will tip it over 
with her foot. She is so cute, I cannot begin to tell 
it all. She will kiss my face and hands and 
root me around with her little nose when I don't 
have her cake ready before she starts to the 
pasture. I would not sell her for any amount 
for I should be so lonely without her, she is such 
a dear little friend. She will come into the 
house and eat off the table and make herself 
quite at home with us, the same as one of the 
family. I am so thankful now that I did not 
stop trying to get my pony when so many told 
me I would get nothing but a wooden pony. I 
felt discouraged when they would say, "You 
won't get anything; someone in their own town 
will get it." But as good luck would have it 
"Pansy" came to my own home and town to 
be my little pet. 

Now I wish to say to all my little friends, 
do not hesitate to join the Pony Club and do 
not let anyone discourage you but just place 
confidence in the Webb Publishing Company 
for they stand back of every word and promise 
they make you. They are true hearted and 




"Sister Enjoys My Pony with Me" 

whole hearted or they would never give so many 
ponies away to make the children so happy 
and cheer our little hearts as they do when we 
receive one of their dear little ponies to be our 
very own. I could say more, but I must leave 
room for some other little boy or girl to tell of 
his good luck. 

I will close with best wishes to you and all 
the children who read my story and look at 
my pictures, and I would like to have any of 
them write me or exchange pictures. I will 
thank you once more, but cannot express my 
feelings toward the Webb Publishing Company 
for what they have done for me. 



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My Mountain "Pilot" 

By Freddie M. Richardson, Broadwater Co., Montana 



I am sending you some pictures of my pony, 
"Pilot." I live a long way from a town so I 
did not have any chance to have his picture 
taken before. We live close to a high range of 
mountains, which is covered with thick forests, 
and my papa is a forest ranger. He rides all 
through the woods looking out for fires or 
timber thieves and seeing that the nursery work 
is getting along well. 
It is bully work and I 
enjoy going with him 
up into the forest on 
"Pilot." My papa fixed 
me a little ax and a 
saddle bag just like his 
and I help him on his 
work. "Pilot" is nice 
and gentle. I can turn 
him loose and catch him 
any place. I drive the 
cows and horses in from 
the pasture with him. 
I ride him to school 
and all my schoolmates 
have ridden him. They 

all like him as well as "We Caused Great Excitement in the Parade" 
I do. Nearly every Sunday I have a lot of 
kids come to see "Pilot" and ride him; he is so 
gentle that three small kids can ride at a time. 
I can drive him, too, but I like to ride him the 
best. 

Now, I must tell you how I won "Pilot." I 




have a nice driving dog — his name is Prince — 
and I drove him nearly every day for about 5 
weeks getting subscribers to the paper. I 
worked hard and so did my dog, but I promised 
my dog that if I could win "Pilot" I would 
give him a rest and so I have. I am sending 
you a picture of my good dog and cart and 
hope you will have room for it in "Lucky 

Pony Winners," because 
I couldn't have won 
"Pilot" without him. 

All the people that 

took the paper like it 

fine and say it is a very 

good paper. I have a 

little stable for "Pilot" 

where I keep him by 

himself. We have lots 

of good hay and oats 

and I take the very 

best care of him. I turn 

him into the field when 

I think he needs a little 

green grass. I rode 

him down to the city of 

Townsend and my Dad 

and Uncle Steve helped 

me to trim him up and I 

rode him in the parade 

on the 4th of July. We 

caused great excitement and some of the people 

said "Pilot" was the whole thing. Well, Mr. 

Pony Man, I cannot say enough in praise of 

"Pilot." He is just the dearest pony that ever 

happened. He eats apples, candy and bread and 

drinks milk. 

Well, I could write all day about "Pilot", but 
I suppose you don't want too long a 
letter, so I'll close by thanking you 
1,000 times for this fine outfit. 




"Pilot" and Freddie in the Mountains. 



"Prince" Helped Get Subscribers— Now 
He Bides with "Pilot" and Me. 



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What "Larry" Means To Me 

By Wilford Schaffer, Grant Co., Minnesota 



I have had the finest kind of times since I 
won my little pony "Larry" and I want to tell 
you some of the cute things he will do. Quite 
often my neighbor children come over and then 
I take "Larry" and saddle him up and he gives 
each one of us a ride. Then we put "Larry" 




Both Proud of the Picture 

on the goat wagon and haul him around a while. 
He stands up there and looks all around and 
never moves when we pull him around. We 
then let "Larry" eat all the apples he can eat. 
He takes bites out of an apple just like a person 
and just the size of a person's bite. 

I have two miles to go to school. I go to school 
in town. Every morning I saddle "Larry" up 
and he takes me to school. "Larry" had a three 
months' vacation and now he has to saddle to 
school again. My school just started last Tues- 
day and now "Larry" has to go every day again. 
When I come to school in the mornings, the girls 
and boys all ask me for a ride on the pony. 

"Larry" often eats sugar out of a saucer. 
Every time he wants sugar if there is a chair or 
a box outside he gets on it no matter if I am on 
his back or not. He will get on a chair or a box 
and beg for sugar; that is, he neighs for sugar. 
There isn't a store in town where he hasn't been 
in. He goes in the drug store and the druggist 
knows he wants ice cream and he bows enough 
to say, "Yes." He gives him a cone of ice cream 
and "Larry" will eat every bit of it and then 



looks for more. Then he will drink pop and root 
beer right of a glass in the drug store. Then 
the druggist gives him some gum and he will 
chew the gum and I am on his back all the time. 
Then I go in a grocery store he will eat sugar 
lumps right off the counter. The clerk will ask 
the pony if he wants a banana and he will bow 
enough to say, "yes". "Larry" likes oranges and 
cookies. He will eat as fast as you can give 
them to him and he eats cake and bread. He 
will eat anything I eat. 

Last year "Larry" and I went to our Fourth 
of July parade. Mother made "Larry" a nice 
fly net of red, white and blue bunting. It is four 
miles from my home to where they had their 
celebration. I live two miles from town. When 
I got to our town they all shouted, "Hurrah, 
hurrah, for the red, white and blue pony and 
boy." When I started from town to go down to 
the lake the automobiles that passed by me said, 
"Hurrah, hurrah, for the red, white and blue." 

When I got down to the celebration I had to 
go across a bridge and someone took a picture 
and I did not know it till afterwards when she 
showed me the pictures. I made lots of money 
that day for going up and down the picnic 
grounds. 

"Larry" is not scared of automobiles or motor- 
cycles. The first time he met an automobile 




"Larry" Beady for the Fourth of July Parade 

he made a face at it. The driver of the auto- 
mobile laughed and said I had a great pony. 
"Larry" is not scared of anything and I hope I 
will never have to part with him. 



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"Dainty" Darling 

By Gladys Ellwood, Franklin Co., Vermont 



One evening while looking at one of Papa's 
farm papers, I found a picture _ of a pony 
hitched to a wagon with boys and girls in it. I 
spoke to mamma about it but she did not pay 
any attention to me at first, but I kept talking 
to mamma and papa both about it till they 



are not enough children to pay for hiring a 
teacher, so a man is hired to carry us to the 
next schoolhouse. It is two and one-half miles 
from my home and sometimes I ride "Dainty." 
Papa had a little sleigh made for "Dainty" and 
I am going to have a harness. Next winter I 




We Hauled "Dainty" Home in the One Horse Wagon 



said I could write to The Farmer's Wife and 
see what I had to do to get a pony. 

Then I went right to work as soon as I heard 
from them, getting subscriptions. It was about 
the middle of the contest before I began, so 
papa helped me. We got subscribers every day 
and it did not seem long before the last day 
came. When we were getting subscribers some 
people said I would just get a picture of a pony, 
but we kept right on. Papa and mamma 
thought I would get a pony but I did not. 

At last I got a letter from them saying I had 
won a pony and her name was "Dainty." Then 
I waited and waited but I heard nothing more 
from them till one night when we were eating 
supper the telephone rang and mamma an- 
swered it. It was the express man. I heard 
them say something about a pony and I could 
not keep still till they stopped talking. Then 
we hurried and went down to the station about 
a mile from our house. Mamma and I drove 
one horse on the carriage and papa drove the 
other horse on the one-horse wagon. When we 
came back I rode with papa and "Dainty." 
Everybody was saying, "Oh! Look at the cute 
little pony they just got at the station." 

When we got home we took her out of her 
crate and I led her around. That night was 
the first time I ever saw her trot and I hollered 
to mamma to look at her. I was so surprised 
and she looked so cute. 

She was not large enough for me to ride her 
much at first because she was a little "Special 
Pony," but she soon got bigger. I like to ride 
her and do almost every day. Then I always 
give her something good for her pay. 

I do not go to school in our district as there 



expect to drive to St. Albans to see my aunt. 
I have ridden "Dainty" nearly seven miles at 
one time and she wasn't tired. 

"Dainty" likes almost everything to eat but 
milk, cream, butter and meat. She loves ripe 
apples but will not eat green ones. In winter 
I always give her grain, but in the summer she 
is in the pasture or meadow so I don't give it 
to her very much. 

When "Dainty" meets an auto she hardly 
looks at it. She is not afraid of anything. 

I would not sell "Dainty" for any money. 
I would not know what to do without her. All 
of my friends, big and little, say she is the 
prettiest pony they ever saw. In the winter 
"Dainty" looks a lot bigger with her long hair 
and papa says he believes she is half sheep, she 
is so woolly. 

Mamma and papa think it is awful nice that 
I have got "Dainty." I had no one to play 
with before "Dainty" came, but now I have 
lots of fun. 

I took "Dainty" to the Franklin County 
Fair in September and she won the first prize 
as a saddle pony. I was very proud of her. 
You can see her with the blue ribbon on in one 
picture. 

"Dainty" learns very easy. She can do quite 
a number of tricks. She will shake hands, kiss 
me, stand her fore feet on papa's or my knees, 
come in the house and eat off from the table if 
she gets a chance, and stand with her fore feet 
on a box, chair or steps. She will let me slide 



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down her back when her fore feet are higher 
than her hind feet. 

We used to let "Dainty" run about in the 
door yard, but this summer up at the next farm 
there were two little colts and "Dainty" thought 
they were ponies. She would go right up there 
where they were and look 
at them, so we had 
to put her in the pas- 
ture. Once when I was 
riding "Dainty" we met 
another little pony and 
"Dainty" almost stopped 
to look at it, but I guess 
"Dainty" is glad she isn't 
that pony for they were 
whipping it and making it 
go just as fast as it could. 

m My little black kitten 
likes to have me take him 
on "Dainty's" back when 
I am riding her. Some- 
times I put him on her in 
the pasture and he will 
rough up her hair with his 
paw and then lick it down 
again. 




"Dainty" Winner of the Blue Ribbon 



One night I went after the cows and when I 
got down in the pasture where the cows were, 
I went up to "Dainty" and got right on her 
back with no saddle or even a bridle on her and 
rode her up back of the cows, and she came just 
as nice. 

When I got "Dainty" 
she weighed only 195 
pounds, but now she 
weighs 308 pounds. She 
is just as fat as butter. 
She can hardly get in the 
crate she came in so the 
pictures do not look the 
same as she was when I got 
her. 



I think, when the Webb 
Publishing Company gives 
away ponies for so little 
work and such nice ponies 
too, that every little boy 
and girl should have a 
pony and I wish they 
could. I can't thank the 
Webb Publishing Company 
enought for giving me 
"Dainty." 



My Joy Pony, "White Sox" 



(Continued from Page 32.) 



until the next train came. Finally on Tuesday 
night I met the local train and, much to my 
grief, no pony came. The fast train — the 
beautiful Seminole Limited from Chicago to 
Jacksonville, Florida — was an hour late, so I 
came to supper and went back to the station 
at eight o'clock. When the long row of lighted 
windows of the Seminole stopped, I stepped 
up to the baggage coach and the first thing I 
saw was "White-Sox." I really believe that 
was the happiest moment of my life. I could 
scarcely wait for him to be taken from the car. 

My home is in a small town, so when the 
neighbors heard us coming with the pony, all 
of them — large and small — came out to see him. 
The children wanted to ride him, but as it was 
late and he was hungry, I took him over to the 
lot where his supper was waiting. 

He was so tired from the long trip, and of 
being fastened up in such a close place that he 
was glad to have us take him out. He seemed 
to like me from the first because I helped set 
him free from such a prison, and we have grown 
to be closer and closer friends each day. 

It seemed almost too good to be true that I 
had a real live pony, but he is surely mine, and 
I shall now tell of the great pleasure he has 
been to me, Sister and my friends. Five little 
cousins and several friends were introduced to 
him the night he came, each gave him a wel- 



coming pat on the nose, and now all of them 
are close friends of his. 

He likes for us to play ball with him. We 
bound the ball on the ground near him and he 
catches it with his mouth. One day we were 
playing with watermelon rinds — having a rind 
battle — and when we would "chunk" a rind 
at him he would catch it. 

It pleases him much to give him fruit, sugar 
or cake. When we call him he comes running 
to see what good we have for him. We make 
him "say please," which he does by pawing his 
foot. He likes sugar very much. Often he 
goes into Father's store and eats sugar from 
the floor around the sugar barrels. One day 
while I was away on a visit to my aunt, he 
went in the back of the store and walked up to 
the desk as though he would write me a letter 
telling me how he missed me and asking me to 
come home. 

Now, don't you think he is quite an interest- 
ing pony, and are you surprised that my friends 
and I, who have so much fun with him, would 
not part with him for anything? I feel that I 
cannot thank the Webb Publishing Company 
enough for him. Every little boy and girl 
should have a pony. There is nothing that 
equals one as a play-fellow, and anyone who is 
willing to do a little work for the Webb Publish- 
ing Company can get one of his very own. 



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What I Think of "Gyp" 

By Lucile Heflen, Union Co., Iowa 



My dear little pony's name is "Gyp" and I 
am sure he will be as pleased as myself if we can 
contribute in our small way towards helping to 




Beady to Mount 

make this edition of "Lucky Pony Winners" a 
success. Papa says that "Gyp" and I take the 
cake and mamma says she hopes we'll take the 
prize. 

When I learned that I had been awarded a 
pony, saddle and bridle, I could hardly wait 
until they arrived, and when I saw the crate 
containing my pony unloaded at the express 
office, I'm sure that I was the proudest and 
happiest little girl in all the world. 

At first "Gyp" was very lonesome but we 
soon become acquainted and now he follows us 



about and is so tame and gentle. All the 
neighbor children enjoy riding him as much as 
I do and we have had many good times with 
our little playfellow. 

"Gyp" dearly likes water melon and tomatoes 
and best of all, sugar. Papa says now that 
sugar has raised so high in price that we must 
learn to economize, but "Gyp's" appetite for it 
has not decreased one little bit. 

I could write all day about my little pony, 
but mamma says that all things must come to 
an end so I will close with happy wishes that 
all good little girls and boys may sometime have 
a dear little playmate like "Gyp" and last, but 
not least, I want to again thank The Farmer's 
Wife Pony Club for making it possible for me 
to win such a beautiful prize. 




Off for a Spin 




" LIGHTFOOT " 

Given to Boinie Butz, Lehigh Co., Pennsylvania 

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Darling "Dimple" 

By Ida Scbuenke, Bice County, Minnesota 



I want to thank the Webb Publishing Com- 
pany for sending me such a dandy pony and 
outfit. I have only had "Dimple" a few 
months but I love him so that no amount of 
money could buy him. He is so gentle and 
kind that all of my little friends and I can play 
with him just as though he were a big dog. My 
folks are so glad that I own "Dimple" because 
I am out of doors playing with him so much I 
am keeping strong and healthy. 

When I first started to take subscriptions lots 
of people said I couldn't get enough in so small 
a place and if I did that I would probably get 
a rocking horse as a prize, but I didn't mind 
them and went right on. I showed them a copy 
of "Lucky Pony Winners" and then they 
agreed that I would get a real Shetland pony. 
Everyone seemed to think the paper was fine, 
so the work wasn't hard 
after all. 

When" Dimple" first came 
he had long shaggy hair 
and didn't look so cute, but 
in the Spring my brother 
clipped him and now his hair 
is smooth and fine. We 
feed him lots of oats and 
green grass and he is getting 
so fat that we have to drive 
him a lot to keep him in 
good condition. He certainly 
is strong and can pull a 
crowd of us along as fast as 
any horse and it is nothing 
at all for him to travel six- 
teen miles a day. 




Ida and "Dimple" 

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"Dimple" likes bread, apples, candy and any- 
thing sweet and he is so affectionate that I must 
tell you about it. If I tell him to kiss me, he 
will and he seems to like to kiss me. 

Nearly every day "Dimple" goes out in the 
pasture and plays around with our sheep. It 
certainly is funny to see him chase them around, 
shaking his head and nipping at them, but he 
knows he shouldn't hurt them because just as 
soon as they get frightened, he stops and goes 
off and lets them rest. 

I have so many good times with my pony and 
buggy that I can hardly tell you about them. 
If only every boy and girl owned a pony like 
"Dimple," they would be very happy and I 
believe any one can get a pony from the Webb 
Publishing Company, if 
he is willing to do a 
little work for them. 
They always do exactly 
as they say and you can 
always feel sure that you 
will get 3 our pony if you are 
entitled to it. 

I certainly am glad that 
I sent my name to the Pony 
Editor and hope he will 
make lots of other children 
as happy as he made me by 
giving them a darling little 
pony like "Dimple." 



"Joe" 



By Harold Palmer, Oswego Co., New York. 



One day in January when my papa came from 
work he brought home a paper and I was look- 
ing it over when I ran across a page of ponies. 
I showed it to my father and mother and they 
said I never could get enough subscribers to 
win, but I told them that I knew I could. They 
said that if I won the pony they would furnish 
the feed for it. 

That night I wrote the letter and 1 received 
my first answer in a few days. Afterwards 
when I received my sample copy I started out 
to get my subscribers. Nearly everybody I 
went to would say, "I don't see how I can take 
the paper as I take two or three now." But 
sometimes when I told them I would take their 
children for a ride when I received my pony 
they would take it of me. I was bashful and 
did not get many at first, but they came in 
heavily at the last end. I did not think that 
I could ever win "Joe" as I did not start until 
it was half over. It soon came time to send in 
my last subscribers and I was in hopes they 
might be the ones that would win and they were 
because I was only four subscriptions ahead. 




"Joe" is a Great Favorite 

One morning a few days after the contest 
closed I was bundling up papers to sell when 
I was called to the telephone. It was the Union 
Telegraph Co. and they had a message for me 
from the Webb Publishing Company at St. 
Paul, Minnesota. You can imagine how de- 
lighted I was to hear that I had really won 
"Joe" and would receive him in a few days 
followed by the buggy and harness and outfit. 
I could hardly keep from shouting for joy before 
the message was finished. As it was, however, 
I never listened to the last part of it because 
the first sentence, "You won Joe" was enough. 

I went to the. station nearly every day for 
a week and finally my pony came. When he 
came I was a little disappointed for he did not 
look well with his long hair, but now he is fat 
and his hair short and he is the nicest pony in 
the town where I live. I love him very much 
and have many good times with him. We can 



take him into the house and he will eat sugar 
out of my hands. He also will do other tricks; 
such as shake hands, come when I whistle, put 
his front feet on a chair or box and many others. 




"He Comes Bight Into the House" 

I take lots of my friends riding in my little 
buggy and they all think it is a dandy outfit. 
"Joe" pulls us along at a good clip and will 
travel a good many miles without getting tired. 
It's lots of fun to ride him horseback, too, and 
I often go to see my neighbors on "Joe." So 
you see "Joe" is not only a pet but he is useful 
as well and I don't believe I could get along 
without him now. Anyway, I won't sell him at 
any price because we are too good friends to 
ever part. 

If only lots of other boys and girls could 
have a pony like "Joe," I am sure they would 
be very glad, for a pony is the best chum for 
which anyone could ask. I also want to say 
that the Webb Publishing Company used me 
well and did everything just as they said they 
would. 




Bena Smith, St. Lawrenee Co., New York Taking 
a Crowd Biding on Her Pony, "Patsy" 



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The Story of "Captain" 

By Ida O'Keefe, Mountrail County, North Dakota. 




I live in Mountrail Co., N. D., only about 
70 miles from the Montana State line. One 
day as I was looking over the pages of the paper, 
I saw several pictures of a lot of boys and girls 
who had won ponies. It made me long for one 
so much, so I at once sent in my name and got 
a Certificate of Entry, and I started the day 
I got it to take subscriptions. 

I was very happy the day I received the news 
of winning ' ' Captain 
and the outfit. I told my 
friends about it and they 
were also delighted over 
it. So many of our neigh- 
bors told me the contest 
would be a fake. 

The night "Captain" 
came pretty near every- 
body in town was over 
to the station to meet 
him. I had received 
the saddle and riding 
bridle the day before 
he came, so I rode him 
over to town that night 
and a crowd of boys and 
girls followed me, they 
were all so happy. I 
was even happier myself. 
I cannot express my joy 
in words hardly, I was 
so delighted. 

My folks were so pleased when I got "Cap- 
tain" because they thought I would grow 
stronger out doors nearly all my time, and I 
herd my cows every night and morning.^ I 
don't think I could ever part with "Captain" 
he has become so attached to me since I got 
him, and I hope we shall never have to part 
from each other. 

One day in July there was a picnic near the 
river, about three miles 
from home. Gladys, Ruth, 
Marie, Francis and I 
decided we would all go 
to it. So early in the morn- 
ing I got up and hurried 
out to the barn to feed 
"Captain" his breakfast 
as usual, and to talk to him 
while he was eating, for he 
likes to have me do so. 
Then I went out and got 
"Captain's chum, 
"Queen" (a large St. Ber- 
nard dog), and brought her 
in to say "Good Morning" 
to him as they are the best 



~ • 



"Captain" and Her Chum "Queen 




"Captain" Likes to Hear Me Play 



of friends and very fond of each other. Then 
I harnessed "Captain" and hitched him up to 
the buggy, and we started on our way. 

First they had a ball game and then the 
manager of the picnic grounds asked me to show 
the crowd the tricks "Captain" could 
do. I sent my brother Francis over 
to the buggy to untie "Captain," 
then I whistled for him and he came 
over to me. He stood up on a box, 
lay down, shook hands, played hide- 
and-go-seek, and did 
many other tricks, for 
which I received three 
dollars, the first money I 
had ever earned with 
"Captain." I felt proud 
to think I owned a pony 
that was so smart. 

It was now dinner time. 
I took "Captain" over to 
the buggy again and fed 
him his dinner and we all 
went over to the grove 
and ate our lunch, then 
we went over to the race 
track and watched the 
horse races and also foot 
races. After that we played 
games. After we had all 
had our dinner the manager asked me if I would 
take my pony and run a race with another little 
boy that had his pony with him, and he offered 
two dollars for the one that won the race. After 
some time I decided I would try, and I was glad 
afterwards because I won the race. 

It was getting dark now and we decided we 
had better get ready and go home, so we hitched 
up "Captain" and rode around the picnic 
grounds a while and finally 
started on our journey 
homeward. We arrived 
home safely late that even- 
ing and were all very tired 
after our splendid time at 
the picnic. 

I have taken "Captain" 
into nearly every store and 
house in town. He is so 
gentle and tame and seems 
to understand everything 
we say to him. I can 
never thank the Webb 
Publishing Company 
enough for sending "Cap- 
tain" way out here to me. 



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" PEDRO 



1* 



< ' CRESCENT' ' 



By Harold H. Hodgln, Atchison County, 
Missouri 

One cold stormy day last March, when I 
could not go to school, I was reading in a 
farm paper and saw your offer in it to 
give away a dear little pony to some boy or 
girl who could do a little work for it. I decided 




We Children Are Happy Now! 

I would like to try. Papa and mamma were 
afraid I could not get one but said I could try 
if I wanted, so I sent in my letter and soon 
found out what was required of me. I sent in 
my Certificate of Membership and soon got my 
order blanks and was ready for work. The order 
blanks came one rainy Saturday afternoon, 
My brother and I went between showers and 
got two subscribers that evening. 

I felt pretty badly discouraged when some of 
our closest neighbors would not take your nice 
paper when it was so cheap and it would help 
me so much. I had no way to go but to walk. 
On one trip I went nearly ten miles from home 
all alone. I got so I could go all around alone 
and knew where everybody lived and I wrote 
just lots and lots of letters. I got lots of sub- 
scribers by writing to our friends. I ran across 
a few that did not treat me very nice but most 
of them were nice to me even though they did 
not help me. 

I think the happiest day of my life was the 
day we went to the station for "Pedro." He 
was so glad to see us, too. He is the dearest 
pony I ever saw. I had never learned to ride a 
horse so I cannot ride much yet, but we have 
lots of fun trying to learn to ride. Sometimes 
he gets tired of us playing with him. He wants 
to eat all the time. He eats peaches and apples 
off the trees. "Pedro" carries me to Sunday 
school every Sunday. He threw me off one 
morning. He drinks the milk we put out for 
the chickens. He is trying to learn to open the 
yard gate. I think there never was a nicer 
pony than "Pedro" and thank the Webb Pub- 
lishing Co. for all they did for me. 



By Cecelia Garot, Kewaunee County, 
Wisconsin 



I must write and tell you that my little Shet- 
land pony "Crescent" got here Wednesday 
and I was so happy I could hardly wait to see him. 
So many people came to see hjm and they all 
thought he was the sweetest little pony they ever 
saw. 

Now, I must tell you how I started. There 
came a paper to our house and I looked at it 
and saw all the ponies and little boys and girls 
riding on them and I wanted one too, so I sent 
in my name. Soon I got a letter and then I 
started to work. First it was hard but it got 
easier. Some people said I would not get a 
pony, but I knew the Webb Publishing Company 
would do all they said. 

The first day my pony came my brother 
thought he could do what he wanted to do with 
him, but my pony thought his cheek was a lump 
of sugar and started to nibble on it. I am 
sending my picture of myself and my 
friend and my sister shaking hands with "Cres- 
cent." He just loves soda pop and my papa 
makes it so he can have all he wants. My 




Shaking Hands With "Crescent" 

cousin was out here from the city and she said 
"Crescent" was the sweetest little pony she 
ever saw. "Crescent" likes sugar; he eats it right 
out of my hand. He don't like boys very well, 
only girls. 

I cannot tell you how much I thank the Webb 
Publishing Company for sending me "Crescent," 
for they do all they say and I will remember 
them as long as I live. 



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Did I Win a Pony? 

By Luella Fischer, Morton Co., North Dakota 



Yes I did. About two years ago I first 
noticed the offer made by the Webb Publishing 
Company how I could win a pony. I was 
willing to enter the contest right away and told 
my papa about it. He said alright, if you get 



We hardly had him home when almost all the 
children in the neighborhood were there look- 
ing at "Lightning." After the roads got 
good I gave all my friends a ride and how we 
did enjoy it. 




"Lightning" Is So Gentle 

a half dozen subscriptions all alone, I will try 
and help you. So I took my sample copy and 
went to the people to ask them, but when I 
got there I held my paper in back of me because 
I was afraid to ask them to subscribe. When 
I came home papa laughed at me, so I gave it 
up for that year. 

Last year I received a letter from the Pony 
Editor with an offer of more ponies. When I 
received this letter I was just wild to get a pony. 
I started off and got four subscriptions at once, 
so I kept on working for the pony till the contest 
closed. 

You ought to have seen 
me a few days later when I 
received the letter that I had 
won "Lightning" and his out- 
fit. I could hardly find the 
door of the post office I was 
so excited. I ran home all the 
way and told my parents I 
had won "Lightning" and 
how happy we all were. My 
sister Helen and I went to 
the depot every day when we 
thought the pony would come 
and sure enough the second 
day we went, the pony came. 
First they unloaded a red pig 
and a man said, "There'syour 
pony, Luella," but we waited. 
Then the baggageman said, 
"Next a pony," and out came 
"Lightning." As quick as 
he saw us he began to whinny. 



We Take Baby Out Riding. 

"Lightning" eats everything we eat. He just 
loves apples, grapes and watermelons. If we 
have anything in our hand and call him, he 
comes running to us. He just loves to play 
with children and when I go to the barn and 
leave again, he paws and wants me to stay. 

Last June we had to leave our many friends 
as we moved from Alice, North Dakota. "Light- 
ning" was put in the box car with the other horses 
and he stood the trip of 275 miles just fine. We 
soon got better acquainted with our pony here. 
The first time we hitched up "Lightning," all 
the little boys and girls ran after us. 

About two weeks later 
it was the Fourth of 
July and we were asked to 
go in the parade, so we dec- 
orated the buggy and pony 
and drove in the parade. The 
children were just wild and 
parents had to hold them up 
so they could see better. 
"Lightning" didn't mind the 
crackers at all and how proud 
my sister and I felt. 

"Lightning" is so gentle 
that mamma can trust us to 
take the baby out riding. 
We have had many good times 
with our dear little pony and 
we would be very lonesome 
without him. Many people 
have asked us if we would 
sell him and how much we 
want for him, but we won't 
sell him, he is too cute. 




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My Royal "Princess" 

By Geneva Holt, Nicholas Co., West Va. 



One day as I was looking through a farm 
paper I saw the pictures of a lot of little 
Shetland Ponies and boys and girls riding them. 
I read about them and it said the Webb Pub- 
lishing Company gave them away to little boys 
and girls. I asked mamma if I might enter the 
contest and win one of the ponies. She said I 
might, so I sent in my 
application as a con- 
testant. 

In a short while I re- 
ceived an answer to my 
letter and one thousand 
free votes towards winning 
one of the ponies. I started 
out with my sample copy 
of /The Farmer's Wife" 
which I had received. I 
said to mamma as I went 
out that I was going to 
get one dozen subscribers 
that evening. She said "You 
will do well if you do." I 
did better than that. Every- 
body I asked subscribed, 
except one man. He said 
there was nothing in it; 
said I would not fool with 

that if I were you, it would be some cheap 

article I would get if I got anything. 



I think she was rightly named "Princess" for 

she is so pretty and smart. She will shake 

hands with me for sugar and do lots of cute 

tricks. I could hire her out for fifty cents an 

hour, but I won't do that, for I am afraid she 

would be mistreated and I think too much of 

her to have her mistreated. No princess was 

ever more proud of her 
kingdom than I am of my 
pony" Princess." I went 
to visit my Grandma this 
summer and could not take 
"Princess" along, and I was 
so anxious to see her that 
when I came back home I 
had to go to the barn and 
see her before I went in 
the house. 

I have three little broth- 
ers and two little sisters 
whom God has taken away, 
and before I got "Princess" 
I could not go and take 
flowers to put on their 
graves, as it was too far to 
walk to the cemetery. 
Now brother and I can 
"Proud of My Pony" drive "Princess" and take 

flowers, and she doesn't seem a bit tired when 

we get back home. 




So after I won "Princess" and outfit I was 
out driving and met him and he said, "Hello, 
that's* a nice pony and outfit you are driving, 
it's the nicest pony in town." Then I told him 
that was the cheap article he said I would get, 
and he said, "I declare I did not know they 
gave such nice ponies and outfits; you certainly 
were lucky in winning it," and I think so, too. 



I wish every boy and girl could have a nice 
pony like "Princess" and lots of them could 
if they would only go to work and try to win 
one, for I am sure the Webb Publishing Com- 
pany will do what they say they will. I get 
letters from girls and boys all over the country 
asking me about my pony, and I tell them 
she is just a dandy. 



The Story of "Cinders" 



(Continued from Page 93.) 



He said, "Come on," and I led the pony over to 
the car and he was going right in but we thought 
that would hardly do for the conductor might 
lose his job. He did not think I could get the 
pony on, but I guess he don't know how much 
you can do with a pony if you are kind to him and 
have a little patience. 

We just love to live a long way from school. 
Now, we sometimes wish it was farther because 
"Cinders" takes us along so nice and is not 
afraid of anything. He don't mind an auto 
any more than he does a wheel-barrow. 



Boys and girls, do you want a pony? If you 
do, write the Webb Publishing Company right 
away and they will tell you how you can get 
one without paying a cent. We know, for we 
won ours without paying a cent of money. 

Don't let anyone persuade you that you 
can't get one, for you are sure to if you only 
try. We feel so pleased with ours that we 
want every boy and girl to have one and be as 
happy as we are. 



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My Chum, "Frisky" 

By Emily L. Savage, Minnehaha Co., South Dakota 



Who is my chum, you ask? Well, I'll tell 
you — it's "Frisky," my dear pony the Webb 
Publishing Company gave me. I've been so 
happy since he came to me one bright June day. 

"Frisky" is forty-one inches high and when he 
came his crate and all only weighed three 




Hold on Tight! 



hundred and twenty-five pounds, so you see he 
isn't very large, but now he is picking up and 
will soon be nice and fat. 

The first time papa put the harness on him, 
some boys were going by and they said, "O, 
look at that man trying to harness a colt." 
"Frisky," however, acted like a real grown up 
horse and stepped rightjmto the shafts as though 
he liked it. 

Although I have had "Frisky" just a month 



he can do several tricks. He will put his fore- 
feet on a box for a sugar lump, and will stand 
on the pump platform with his hind feet and put 
his forefeet on a box and wait as much as to 
say, "Cake, please." 

My grandma lives a long way from us and I 
didn't have any way to go over to see her, but 
now I can drive "Frisky." 

I have seen several ponies up in Sioux Falls, 
but I wouldn't trade "My Chum" for any one 
of them. 

"Frisky" is so nice and gentle and seemed to 
love us children from the first. I am sure he 
will be helpful as well as making me happy, and 
I am so glad I entered the pony contest and 
won him. 




"Cake, Please" 

I wish every little boy and girl could have a 
pony of his own. I thank the Webb Publishing 
Company very much for "Frisky" and wish to 
say they treated me fair in every way 



Buster,"— Continued from Page 84 



dollars for him. He is so cute and smart. If 
I go out in the pasture and call, "Come Buster," 
he will come running up to me, but sometimes 
when he thinks I want to drive him, he won't 
let me catch him for quite a while. Sometimes 
we turn him out in the yard and then he comes 
to the door two or three times a day to get an 
apple. Then when he has eaten the apple, he 
goes away and starts eating grass until he gets 
hungry for another apple. He eats peaches 
and plums too and spits out the seeds just like 
a boy or girl and he just loves to drink milk. 
When he is standing in the barn if you ask him 
if he wants some oats he will nod his head. I 
don't know what we would do without "Buster." 



He hauls a case of eggs and some butter and one 
or two of us children to Ward twice a week. 
You know I live on a farm. I drove him to 
school all winter. We have two miles to go and 
he hauls four of us to school every day and did 
not mind it at all. 

I have looked carefully at all the pictures in 
"Lucky Pony Winners" but I cannot find a 
pony that looks as good to me as "Buster" does, 
and if any boy or girl really wants a pony I 
advise them to write the Webb Publishing Com- 
pany right away. They are so honest and do 
just exactly everything they promise and I 
certainly thank them a thousand times for my 
pony, "Buster." 



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Gladys and Marshall Houx and "Evangeline" and Her Colt, "Beauty" 



My Pony "Evangeline 

Gladys Houx, Saline County, Mo. 



99 



I always thought it would be nice to have a 
pony and now that I really have one that the 
Webb Publishing Company gave me I find that 
it is much nicer than I ever imagined. I know 
if you ever get a pony that you will feel the same 
way about it as I do about my "Evangeline." 
All the boys and girls in our town think almost 
as much of "Evangeline" as I do and I can't 
begin to tell all of the good times I have had with 
her, I have had so many since she came. 

I couldn't begin to tell 
you all the adventures I 
have had when out driving. 
Once I got stuck in the 
mud and "Evangeline", 
my pony, pulled me out, 
and then another time 
when coming home we got 
on the wrong road and we 
didn't know what to do 
until we remembered read- 
ing that horses always 
knew the way home so we 
let "Evangeline" have the 
reins and she brought us 
safely home. 

One day some girls came 
by in their pony cart and 
my brother and I went 
driving with them and had 
lots of fun. My pony will 
carry double and my 
brother takes all of his 
friends riding, so do I. 
Sometimes when it is nice 
I get up early and go out horse-back riding 
before breakfast and when a girl is spending the 
night with me we both go and that's more fun. 
Sometimes we play Indian and dress up in our 
Indian suits and ride " Evangeline " bare back 
like real Indians. 

I find "Evangeline" very useful and what do 
you think, she is really making me rich. You 




me two ponies. First they sent "Evangeline" 
to me in October and then one morning in April, 
Dan, the hired man, called Mamma and said a 
little stranger was at the barn. You can imagine 
my surprise and delight to find that "Evangeline" 
had the dearest little colt. We gave her the 
name of "Beauty." Pony colts are worth 
stacks of money so that's one way I am getting 
rich. Then I showed "Evangeline" at our Fair 
and won first premium with her. I also run 
all kinds of errands with 
her. Sometimes my papa 
sends me to town to get 
him cigars and he always 
pays for me it, and my 
mamma sends me just lots 
of times to buy groceries, 
and she pays me too. 
Then my grandma gave 
me an old rubber hose and 
lots of rags and I took 
them to the ragman with 
my pony and cart and he 
bought them from me. 
My uncle has a farm near 
our town and one day last 
winter he wanted to go 
out there to see about some 
cattle and pigs he had and 
he didn't have any way to 
go. You see we always 
send our horses away every 
winter and so does he, so he 
didn't have any horse to 
drive and it was too muddy 
for an auto. So what do you suppose he did? 
He hired "Evangeline" my pony, and she took 
him out there in just a little while. 

I know I could hire "Evangeline" out to boys 
and girls for so much an hour and then I'd get 
rich quick for they are all so crazy about her, but 
I am not going to because I am afraid some of 
them might be unkind to her and that would 



see the Webb Publishing Company really gave break my heart for I love her so. 



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"All North Dakota Boys Like to Play Cowboy' 



Dear Little "Betty" 

By Dwight M. Snow, Golden Valley Co., N. Dakota 



I wish every little boy or girl owned a nice 
Sheltie like "Betty" which The Webb Publishing 
Co. gave me for winning in a Pony Contest. 
I ride her quite often when the weather is nice. 
One day I rode her seven miles and back again. 
She isn't one bit lazy. She walks or trots or gal- 
lops just as I want her to. I hitch her up to my 
nice buggy which they sent with the harness and 
she drives just as nice and travels real fast. 
Some of my little friends stay all night with 
me and we always drive her. They were delight- 
ed with her. Lots of them say they are going 
to try to win a pony. 

The train was delayed so 
"Betty" didn't arrive until 
Christmas night. My papa and 
mamma began to feel very 
disappointed and told me I 
surely did not win, but I told 
them not to talk like that. I 
was sure "Betty" and all the 
outfit would come and they 
did. We live 16 miles from 
Beach and papa and I went 
to meet "Betty" the day after 
Christmas. All the help at the 
depot were as pleased as I was 
and all escorted me to the 
freight room where "Betty" 
was uncrated and tied up eat- 
ing hay. A little friend and I 
who hauled a load of grain 
after papa's team hauled her 
home in our wagon and al- 
though it was midnight, 
mamma was waiting and led 
the pony right into the house. 
Every few days I ride right 
into the kitchen and dining 
room. 

"Betty" is a fine little 
pony. My mother teaches 
school and we always drive 



I am eleven 




"Betty" to school. When I first saw "Betty" 
in the depot, I thought she was very small but 
after I had had her awhile I found she was not 
as small as I thought she was. When I took her 
to school she would whinny every little while and 
the school children would all laugh. When I hitch 
her up and start off to school she trots along 
pretty lively. She pulls over five hundred 
pounds besides the buggy, and trots along very 
easily. "Betty" likes bread, candy and sugar. 
She chases our big horses all around the pasture. 
She is so cute. 

years old. I have many good 
times with "Betty." When I 
call her she will come to me. 
People have asked me how 
much I would take for her but 
I told them she was not for 
sale. I like to get the cows 
with her and she likes to chase 
the cows. I have a pair of 
chaps and sometimes I play 
cowboy. All North Dakota 
boys like to play cowboy. 
I have a lariat rope and I 
can rope the cows. 

We have another farm six 
and one-half miles from where 
we live and my grandmother 
lives five miles away. One 
week I made two trips to our 
other farm and two trips to 
my grandmother's. Some- 
times I ride her to Burkey 
horseback. If she thinks I 
have feed for her, she will 
whinny. I 
sisters. 



or 



"Betty" and Baby Playing 
Merry-go-Round 



have no brothers 
I tried to win a 
pony before but I did not suc- 
ceed so I thought I would try 
again, and sure enough I won 
"Betty," the best little pony 
in the countrv. 



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"General" 



By George and Peter Hentges, Yellow Medicine Co., Minnesota, 



One evening while we were looking at the 
pictures in a farm paper we saw on one page, 
"This Pony Given Away Free." We could 
hardly believe that the Webb Publishing Co. 
could give away these nice Ponies Free, but we 
wrote to them anyway. The reply was that we 
had to get subscriptions to win "General" and 
his outfit, so we made up our minds to win 
and went right out after subscriptions. We did 
not give tip, or get discouraged about it, but 
worked until the last minute of the Contest. 
A week after we sent in the last list of subscribers, 
we got a letter that we were the Lucky Pony 
Winners and had won "General." We could 
hardly believe our own eyes. Nobody ever 



and his outfit; how we got it and how much we 
wanted for him. We told them we would not 
sell him for anything in the world. We play 
about three or four hours nearly every day with 
"General." We can hitch him to his nice little 
buggy or to a sleigh or ride him. We can do 
most anything with him as he is so patient, and 
he likes to come into the house and listen to 
the music. 

We drive to school with "General" nearly 
every day and have lots of fun with our friends 
and our friends come over nearly every Sunday 
to have a ride on the Pony. 
_ They are very much tickled with the nice 
ride and everybody wants "General" for his 




'We Drive to School With 'General' Nearly Every Day" 



was as happy as we were. We told our friends 
about it and they all were tickled and happy 
with us. When "General" reached the depot 
we drove nine miles to meet him and nobody 
can imagine how happy we were when we saw 
him first. Then we took him home and took 
him out of his crate and put him in the barn, 
and could not leave him all afternoon. We fed 
him a few times. The next morning we got up 
early and ran down to the barn to feed "General." 
He whinnered as though he wanted to say, 
"Good-morning." 

We can't see how the Webb Publishing Co. 
can give away such nice and cute little ponies. 
"General" is spotted black and white, and is 
the cutest little pony we ever saw. One day 
we drove to the County Fair with "General;" 
it was nine miles from our place but when we 
got home "General" was just as lively as he was 
when we started out. 

Nearly everybody asked us about "General" 



own. When we call "General" by name he 
comes running as fast as he can, because he 
thinks he will get candy or sugar, for "General" 
likes candy, sugar, peanuts, apples, oranges 
and most anything sweet. "General" also 
likes everything other horses eat. We made 
a nice little sleigh for "General" last winter 
and he likes to draw this with a few children 
on it. 

"General" is not a bit afraid of an auto 
and he seems to like for one to pass. We 
have very much exercise outdoors with our 
Pony and often drive nine miles to town. One 
day we had a race with "General" and a big 
horse, but "General" won the race and he seemed 
as though he knew he won it. We bought 
him a pair of red bushy tassels which make 
him look very cute. Our folks like it very much 
for us to have a nice little Shetland Pony. 

We wish The Webb Publishing Co. much 
success in their following Contests, and thank 
them for their kindness and generous treatment. 



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"Ray'* 

By Irene A. Brooks, Cheshire Co., N. H. 

My darling pony arrived Friday night and 
I want to thank you so much. He has had his 
picture taken twice. He is so gentle and kind 
and he will lie down and shake hands now for 
me and we all love him so. 




I am not going to drive him any this summer 
or ride him, just let him enjoy life. He is just 
too cute for anything. I am going to teach 
him to say his prayers and then I am going to 
take him to Sunday School with me. Every- 
one is just wild over him. 

Thank you again for your kindness for I do 
think you are the best club in the world. I 
hope every little boy and girl will work for you 
and get a nice little pony as nice as my own 
darling "Ray." I think I have got the hand- 
somest pony outfit in the world. Everyone 
comes to see it. 



"Jay" 

By Victor Harris, Ashland Co., Wis. 

I received "Jay" the 22nd of December and 
I am indeed very grateful to you for sending 
me such a nice pony. At first he was a little 
nervous but now he is not. 

Christmas Day we had company. I just 
skipped out to the barn and brought "Jay" 
in the house and you should have seen how 
surprised everybody was. 




"JAY" 

Victor Harris, Ashland Co., Wis. 

I always give him potato and apple peelings. 
For his dinner he gets one large handful of 
grain and an armful of hay. Since I have had 
him I have taught him to shake hands with me. 

I wish you good success in the Pony Club 
and I hope the other pony winners are as happy 
as I am. There would be no happier children 
on earth. 



To My Pony "Slick" 



I am a boy just ten years old, 
And a bad one at that, so I'm told. 
I joined the Pony Club early last spring, 
And won a very beautiful thing. 

Buggy, harness, saddle and horse — 
A Shetland Pony I mean, of course. 
His color is brown, his name is "Slick," 
He is kind and gentle, active and quick. 

My pony can neither be traded nor sold, 

For to me he is worth his weight in gold. 

He weighs not much, just three hundred pounds, 

For a real live pony how little it sounds. 



When tired of work and tired of play, 
I hitch up "Slick" and drive away. 
I go to neighbors, friends and town, 
In fact I drive him all around. 

When people stop me on the street 

And ask where I got my outfit so neat, 

I tell them the Pony Man gave him to me, 

For getting a few subscriptions, you see. 

Good luck to the Company and thanks to you all, 

Who subscribed for the paper, both large and 

small. 
The Webb Publishing Company I'll never forget, 
For sending me such a beautiful pet. 

— Joseph Kottum, Renville Co., Minn. 



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"Bonny Betsy" 

By Cleighton Eldridge Davis, Campbell Co., Tennessee 



I want to write you regarding darling "Betsy" 
and outfit, or, as I am too small, will have 
mamma write for me and I shall send you some 
pictures in a few days which will show you how 
we look. Oh! but listen, it will not tell you 
how much I love this little darling and her 
outfit — neither can words express it. 

I received her at the express office Saturday 
morning, July the 17th, and now have learned 
to ride and drive her and have given her mam- 
ma's lawn for her new home which she seems 
to enjoy very much. I really think that her 
name should have been "Bonny Betsy." We 
want to tell you that we think you are the 
kindest, nicest people in the world to little 
boys and girls and do exactly what you say 
that you will do. I really think that my little 
pet and her excellent outfit is nicer than you 
described it to be. "Betsy" sure does look 
cute with her little saddle and bridle on, and 
when we want to take a hike we hitch her to 
the buggy. The little horse hair bridle is the 
prettiest I ever saw. My little friends say so 
too. "Betsy" alone I think was more than 
worth the work we did. "Betsy" has brought 
lots of joy and fun to our home as she is as 



gentle as can be and so cute that all of our 
little friends love to come and see her and in 
fact many of them are anxious to try to win 
one for themselves. 

I just must tell you some of the cute tricks 
she will do. She will walk right up the steps 
onto the porch and wants to go into the house, 
and upon finding the screen opened "Betsy" 
just walked in and made herself at home, or 
welcome to a pitcher of lemonade setting on 
the dining table that mamma had prepared for 
supper and she simply refused to go out until 
she had finished the lemonade and then some 
sugar was presented her in order to get her out 
doors. She loves roasting ears, lemonade and 
sugar better than anything. 

I guess I have too much written but I just 
want all the boys and girls to know how sweet 
a little Shetland pony really is. Some say 
that she is small but pretty. She is the size 
we were expecting and most desired. I hardly 
know how to express my thanks to you for this 
beautiful and valuable gift and I sincerely trust 
that all the little boys and girls that want one 
of these little pets for their own will be success- 
ful. 





"ROY" 

Given to Agnes Zeug, 
Redwood Co., Minnesota 



"STARLIGHT' ' 

Given to Oscar Anderson, 
Brown Co., S. D. 



— 13; 



"Snip" 



By Harold Wilcox, Greene Co., Iowa 

I am sending you a picture of my pony 
"Snip." I think he is just as fine a pony as 
ever was. He is just as fat as he can be. He 
likes everything that is good to eat. He will 
eat candy, peanuts, crackers, cookies, bread 




and butter, cake, ice cream or anything like 
that I give him. He will come right in the 
house for sugar and likes it very much. 

He will lie down and roll over for me every 
morning when I take him out of the barn. 
Sometimes when I try to catch him he will 
run as fast as he can and won't let me catch 
him. 

I have lots of chances to sell and trade "Snip" 
but I don't think I will for he is the finest pony 
around here. My little brother and sister play 
with him too. We have lots of fun with "Snip." 
He will run races with us and always beats. I 
would not take a whole lot for "Snip." 




Dear Little "Snuggles" 

By Alberta and Florence Ashdown, 
Chemung Co., New York 

How can we ever thank you enough for dear 
little "Snuggles?" He is the loveliest little pony. 

Little sister and I can do most anything with 
him. We ride him all over now. 

Papa has made a little cart, but we haven't 
any harness, so we can't drive him for a while. 
Papa and Mamma love him as much as we do. 

I wanted to hear from you again and mama 
said if I ever expected to hear from you, I 
should write to you. 

How I wish you could come and see "Snuggles" 
and us some time. We live eight miles from the 
city of Elmira at a little town called Seely Creek. 

My pony eats everything but strawberries 
and onions. I think he might like onions only 
they smell so awful. 

We have had several pictures taken with our 
pony and will send you another soon. 

I hope you have the little pony winners book 
done, for you said you would send me several 




"CYCLONE" 

Given to Raymond L. Hild, York Co., Pa. 



A Happy Trio 

and I told my little friends I would give them 
some, so please, Dear Editor, don't forget me; 

Our pony is shed off and he is a beauty, 
black and white. In the winter his hair was 
faded and it was brown then. 

"Snuggles" is two years old and weighs 236 
pounds. 

One day I lay a pillow under his head while 
he was sleeping and the next time he lay down 
he put his head right on that pillow. 

I am going to ride him to Sunday School 
today. It will be a six mile ride for us. The 
first day I rode him he held up an auto and 
turned right around in the road and stood and 
looked at it. I could not make him get out of 
the way and the man had to come and pull 
him to one side. 

He seems to like them but motor cycles at 
first he did not like and he tried to run from 
them. Now he doesn't notice them. 

Dear Friend we wish to thank you again 
and again for our lovely pony, and will thank 
you so much for some of the little books. 



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"Robin" 

By Fenton Brannon, Meade Co., Kas. 




"Robin" is the cutest pony you ever did 
see. The first night he was here, papa left the 
barn window open and he got out and ran 
away and when papa brought him home he 
looked so funny. You ought to have seen him; 
he looked like a little boy that had run off and 
his father had given him a spanking. 

My brother just over a year old runs out 
and tries to ride him. We have the most fun 
with him. When he came the girls and boys 
all came to see him. "Robin" will shake hands 
with us. 

I thank the Webb Publishing Company. 




"Paddy" 

By Grace McGogy, Mcintosh Co., N. D. 




I want to write and tell you how proud I am 
of my pony. He is as sleek as satin and he 
weighs over 300 pounds. I haven't had his 
picture taken this summer but as soon as I do 
I will send you one. 

The 14th of July there was a circus here. 
They had 24 little ponies. We took "Paddy" 
up to see them and he put his nose against 
them and he seemed so glad to see them. There 
was one pony that looked just like him. The 
manager said they would make a fine team. 
The manager thought "Paddy" was just it, 
and so do I. 

I can't tell you how glad I am I have my 
dear little "Paddy" and I can't thank you enough 
for him. 




"ROSCOE" 

Given to Doris Overman, Grant County, Nebraska. 



•'JINGO" 

Given to Pearl Kerr, Grant Co., Wis. 



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"Pat" 

By Flossie Meredith, Jasper Co,., Iowa 

I thought I would write you a few lines to 
let you know how "Pat" is doing. "Pat" and 
I are getting along fine. He is gaining and is 
as fat as a little pig. I have got him on good 
grass and I feed him three times a day an ear 
of corn and a pint of oats, and every morning 
and evening he has to have a drink of fresh 
milk beside what other little stuff I feed him, 
in fact most every thing but meat. He will 
not eat meat. I don't see what makes him 
pick up so. He does not eat so awfully much. 
Of course he eats a little but not very much. 

I try to get time to take a pleasure ride every 
day and I think more of him every time that 
I ride him for he is such a nice saddler. He 
lopes right along and carries you just as easy 
as if you were rocking in a cradle. We have 
an orchard of about two acres and when I let 
him out of the lawn into the orchard he just 
rolls and kicks and runs for about an hour, 
just as fast as he can jump, and every one that 
sees him says that he is the cutest little pony 
they ever saw. I wouldn't take a thousand 
dollars for him today. 

"Pat" is round as an apple, as slick as a 
mole and ready to go whenever he is told. He 
just enjoys going after the cows and sheep of 
evenings. I carry a lunch twice a day to the 



"Rocksy" 




"lie is such a nice saddler" 

field for my father and brother and he likes to 
go to the field for they always invite "Pat" 
to eat with them and he always accepts the 
invitation. He is very fond of bread, butter, 
pie and cake and jells of all sorts. He weighed 
255 pounds when I got him and his weight at 
the present time is 355 pounds. 

I ride "Pat" to town about twice a week 
and the children gather around with something 
for him to eat. The people say he is the finest 
pony that ever came to town. The people say 



By Gertrude Jens void, Musselshell Co., Mont. 

I want to write and tell you about my pony, 
"Rocksy." He is all black with a little white 
star in his forehead and one white hoof. He 




"Money cannot buy him" 

will eat anything we give him: sugar, cake, 
candy, bread and butter and peaches. He even 
spits the stone out of the peaches. It would 
take too long to tell you about everything he 
eats. The day he came I went down town 
with papa to get him. 

I take him to school every day and we have 
a great deal of fun with him. He comes right 
up on the porch without us pulling him. My 
friends think he is so cute and they all wish 
they had one like him. When we go down to 
him at recess we say, "Hello, Rocksy," and he 
whinnies for us. He seems to understand every- 
thing I say to him. Once we took him into our 
kitchen. 

My pony is not afraid of autos or engines 
and not even a threshing machine. The day 
we had the threshers he did not mind it at all. 

People ask how much I would sell my pony 
for and I tell them money cannot buy him. I 
think the Webb Publishing Company has been 
so good to me to help me to get such a nice 
pony. He is so nice and gentle and he will do 
anything we want him to do. 

("Pat", continued) 
they think The Farmer's Wife paper is just 
the one and some say that they could not get 
along without it and I know I could not get 
along without "Pat." He is thoroughly broke 
and will do anything you tell him to do if he 
can but he can't talk Dutch. 

I feel so thankful that I ever joined the Pony 
Club and many thanks to you and your kind- 
ness in the way you have been to me and for 
"Pat." He is worth his weight in gold. Give 
my love to all members. 



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"Pop" 

By Douglas Lockman, Crockett Co., Tenn. 

I think "Pop" is the nicest pony I ever saw 
and to just think he is my very own. I am so 
thankful to you for sending me such a fine 
pony. I know if I had the whole pony farm to 
pick from I could not make a better selection 
for I would not give "Pop" for any pony or 
horse I ever saw. "Pop" was sure tired when 
he got here and I did not ride him any that 
day. All the children in town were here to 
see him when he came and I have had a big 
crowd here every day since. 

"Pop" will do a few tricks already. He will 
tell you "howdy" and will lay down and roll 
over. He comes right into the house and asks 
for sugar or apples and when I give him some- 
thing to eat he paws his feet to say thank you. 
I have not got to ride much 
on account of my arm 
which I broke sometime 
ago but I enjoy seeing my 
little sister ride him. 

We had a big road rally 
here on the 16th and I 
wish you could have seen 
sister and "Pop" in the 
parade. "Pop" was covered 
with flags and pennants, he 
seemed to know that every- 
body was looking at him 
and complimenting him and 
he just tried to see how 
good he could do. I was 
offered $ 100.00 for him 
that day but I told them 
he was not for sale at any 
price. 

I am ten years old and have been paralyzed 
ever since I was five and I cannot play games 
with the other boys and I have always wanted 
a pony so one day papa was looking over a 
paper and called me to him and said, "Son, 
here is a chance to get you a pony." Mamma 
said she would take the paper to give me a 
start so I wrote The Farmer's Wife that very 
day and got busy and kept hustling until the 
contest closed. Some would try to discourage 
me and say they would take the paper but 
they didn't think I would get anything, but 
papa said he knew that the Webb Publishing 
Company would do what they said and for me 
to keep on working and after the people saw 
that I was in earnest they began to help me 
and now they say they could not get along 




"PEACHES" 

Alicia M. Davenport, Klamath Co., Oregon 



"Forrest" 

By Wanda Mills, Genesee Co., Mich. 

I write to let you know that "Forrest" arrived 
all safe and sound, and we are all delighted with 
him. We think he is a dandy, and he must be 
for every one that comes to see him says the 
same thing. "He sure is a dandy." 

Oh say, but he was mad when we took him 
out of the crate. He would not lead one step, 
just brace himself, but he was all nice and 
lovely the next morning. 

He sure likes oats, and I think he would eat 
a bag if we would give them to him. 

Well, Dear Pony Editor, I want to thank 
you a thousand times for making it possible 
for me to get "Forrest." 
I worked hard but I feel 
well paid, for besides ear- 
ning a beautiful pony I 
can say I got a pony from 
The Farmers' Wife Pony 
Club, and don't you know 
there is a lot of extra 
pleasure in that. 

We expect to be able to 
send you pictures very 
soon, within the next two 
weeks. 

Thanking you again, I 
remain a true friend to the 
Pony Club. 

"Pop" Continued 

without The Farmer's Wife, and don't see how 

you can publish such a good paper at the price. 

I will say to any boy or girl that if they 

want a pony that they can certainly get one 

by working for the Webb Publishing Co. and 

they will treat you fair all the way through, 

but you have got to get up and hustle, but it is 

worth the effort. Papa and Mamma says that 

working in the contest was the best schooling 
I ever had as I learned how to meet people and 
so much about letter writing for I sure wrote 
a lot of them. 

I will have some pictures made just as 
soon as I can and will send you some of them 
for your Pony Club book. 

I want to thank you again for the fair way 
you treated me and for "Pop." 



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